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My husband, Alessandro Vidi, is the most powerful mob boss in Chicago.

He once swore to me that he would protect our son Leo and me with his life.

Until that soccer game. His enemies attacked the field. To shield Leo, I took a bullet through my abdomen. But Leo still got hit three times and fell in a pool of blood.

Alessandro arrived, took down the attackers on the spot, and rushed us to his private hospital.

In the hospital room, the searing pain jolted me awake briefly. I wanted to call out to him, but instead I heard his conversation with his men.

"Boss, I thought we were only taking one kidney. Why did Leo have to—"

"Elena's wound isn't fatal. Just the abdomen." Alessandro's voice was ice-cold. "I've been raising Leo for seven years just for this. Now that Luca has his kidney, keeping him around would only be a problem for Luca."

"After all... Luca is my real son."

That moment, I understood—the shooting at the soccer field was never an enemy's revenge. It was murder he orchestrated himself. He traded my son's life for his mistress's child's life.

But he will never know—

Luca isn't even his flesh and blood.

My father is a Mafia don. He splits everything down the middle between my brother and sister. All I get are their chores, their deadly errands, and the blame whenever they fight. He calls it fairness.

When he froze my accounts, I pawned the last thing I owned to get out. On my twentieth birthday, he taught me one final lesson about fairness, and the last of my hope in him died. I’m the daughter he left out, the one he never counted.

Three years later, he came crawling to my door.

I didn’t let him back in.

“Marry me, and I’ll help you destroy everyone who hurt you,” he said in a deep voice, sending chills down my spine.

Betrayed by her husband and best friend, stripped of the life she worked so hard to protect, and left for dead, Elaine Ferguson wakes up to a world turned against her.

Enter Zayn Von Richter, a ruthless and devastatingly powerful billionaire who offers her a chance at revenge on the condition that she marries him for a year.

But Zayn may not be who he appears to be, and as their connection intensifies, the lines between pretence and reality begin to fade, threatening to unravel everything Elaine has fought to reclaim.

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS DANGEROUS MEN, DEADLY SECRETS, AND A WOMAN WHO SHOULD HAVE RUN WHILE SHE STILL COULD.

I came to the Iron Vultures Motorcycle Club with a gun, a dead brother to avenge, and two names on my kill list.

Damon Cross. The ruthless president who looks at death like an old friend.

Jace Mercer. His tattooed, dangerously charming right-hand man, whose smile hides something far uglier than his enemies.

Both men knew my brother. Both men lied about what happened to him. And one of them might have killed him.

I should have pulled the trigger when I had the chance. Instead, a hail of bullets turned my revenge into a nightmare, and I made the worst deal of my life: thirty days inside their world in exchange for the truth.

Now I’m surrounded by men who worship violence, secrets buried beneath years of blood, and two dangerously different men who seem determined to get under my skin.

Damon wants to control the game. Jace wants to see how far I’ll go before I break. And me? I want them both to suffer.

But the closer I get to the truth, the harder it becomes to tell whether these men are my enemies, my weakness, or the only people standing between me and a death someone has been planning for four years.

Because my brother left me one final warning. One of them is lying. The other killed him.

And if I fall for either man before I discover which is which, revenge might be the easiest way to die.

WELCOME TO THE IRON VULTURES.

Here, loyalty is paid for in blood, love is a dangerous weakness, and nobody leaves without losing something.

Especially not the girl who came to kill the king.

My husband had my dog burned. Then he took away my antidepressants.

He promised he'd never leave me. He promised he'd stay until I got better. But when his best friend Clara—a psychiatric nurse—told him I was faking my depression, he believed her. He believed her when she said I was crazy. He believed her when she said I needed treatment.

So he signed the papers. He locked me in a psych ward. He let them strap me to a bed and use my mother's suicide video as therapy. He let them shock me until I couldn't remember my own name.

I begged him to stop. I told him I was pregnant. He said, "Hold on a little longer. Once you're cured, we can have a normal life."

I lost the baby on that table. I lost my dog. I lost five years to a man who chose his best friend over his wife.

But I didn't die. When I walked out of that hospital, I dropped the old pill bottle into the trash. I left him behind.

Later, he learned the truth. He came to me in tears, begging me to forgive him.

But I was already gone.

"Meet me in your room in thirty minutes, for your wedding surprise," the message read, making me giggle. My ears twitched with excitement as I anticipated the gift I was to get from my sister.
"I hope it is something I have always wanted," I said, the eagerness in my voice.
I made my way upstairs to my room. I had gotten close to my room when I heard some weird noises. I began to walk slowly, thinking my sister was in bed with one of her numerous lovers. It was no surprise to me, as this was not the first time, so I didn't have any issues barging in since I knew my sister didn't care one bit. I held the handle to my door as I pushed it further, entering with speed in an attempt to surprise my sister.
"Jasm-" the complete words never left my mouth, as the glass cup I was holding fell to the ground.
I stood frozen in the doorway, my heart shattering into a million pieces. My eyes were fixed on the unthinkable scene before me.
My husband, lying in my bed, wrapped in the hands of my sister.
How could they? On my wedding night? In my bed?
"I gave you everything Raymond! My time, my emotions, even my dignity, and this is how you repay me back?" I voiced at him, as I looked at him with disdain.
"And you!" I turned to the wretched being I called a sister. "I took care of you, gave you everything you ever asked for and this is what you do to me?"
I looked over at the two of them on my bed, still naked, cowering in shame.


Adrianna Yvonne's world is turned upside down when she walks in on her husband and sister in a compromising position on her wedding night.
The betrayal cuts deep, and Adrianna finds herself reeling from the shock. In a desperate attempt to escape the pain, she flees to a nearby club, where she drowns her sorrows in alcohol and loses herself in the music. In her vulnerable state, she meets a mysterious stranger, and, fueled by pain and recklessness, they share a one night stand.
However, the consequences of her actions become even more complicated when Adrianna discovers that the stranger she slept with is her husband's elder brother...

After three years of a secret marriage, my husband refused to pay for a life-saving surgery—
yet spent a fortune on another woman.

I filed for divorce.

He thought I would come back, broken and begging.

Instead, I picked up my scalpel again.

While my ex-husband looked down on me, I saved countless lives.

When my breakthrough medicine won an international award,
and the world’s richest man proposed to me,
my ex-husband finally lost his mind—
showing up at my proposal ceremony too late to stop anything.

“Who are you? My Luna is Angelina.”
After eight years of marriage, my Alpha husband woke up from a poisoned coma and forgot me completely.
Worse, he pulled my childhood friend into his arms while I stood bleeding at his feet, carrying his child.
Cyrus once swore he could never live a second without me. Now he calls me a servant, rejects our unborn baby, and orders me out of his life.
But when the pack accuses me of poisoning him, he’s forced to face the woman he once loved—and the evidence that doesn’t add up.
Why does his wolf still react to me when his mind remembers nothing?
And when a blade flies toward our unborn child, will his instincts finally reveal the truth?

Seventeen days into our silent standoff, I heard my boyfriend of eight years had slept with his childhood friend. He was telling people we’d already broken up. When I called, he asked if I had anything to say. “I do,”I replied. “When do I get my forty-five thousand dollars back?”

A zombie outbreak occurred, and my brother and I were both reborn ten minutes before the disaster struck.
This time, he seized the initiative, stealing the two high-level god-tier abilities, [Flame] and [Hardening], and casually pushed me out of the security door, locking me in the zombie-infested corridor.
Through the security door, he arrogantly declared, "In my past life, you always stood in front of me; in this life, I'll take the mark of survival."
In his eyes, the [Tracking] and [Preset] abilities the system assigned me were nothing but useless pieces of paper.
He thought I would die a horde of zombies.
But he didn't know that in the hands of a top hunter, seemingly useless skills could weave a hellish web that made life unbearable and death unthinkable.

On our wedding day, my fiancé gave the wedding dress I had made by hand to his sick sister—and let her marry into the DeLuca family in my place.
Everyone told me to give in because she was fragile, while I was strong enough to endure it.
That night, I walked away, revoked my access to the family, and left my mother’s atelier.
Later, his sister’s fake illness was exposed, and my fiancé got down on his knees, begging me to come back.
But I was no longer the woman who would sacrifice everything for them.

“He saw her..…wanted her. And nothing would stop him.”

"Bella Reed never wanted any of this….Moving to New York, the elite private college she didn’t belong to. And definitely…….not him.

But things change when her parents uproot their lives and move her to New York City, to live in a house her grandpa left for her father and to attend one of the best colleges in America…. against her will.
King’s High is a big and beautiful college built for heirs, legacies, prodigies and children of obscene wealth.

On her very second day, she makes a mistake that changes her life forever.
When the arrogant and untouchable Rick Dawnson mistakes her for just other girls who would melt at his attention, Bella reacts on instinct. She slaps him….in public. She didn’t know who he was. Didn't know what he was capable of…

At first, Rick wants revenge. He wants to remind Bella of her place, to crush her defiance and prove that no one embarrasses him and walks away. But something darker takes root.
Rick doesn’t seek revenge the way others would. Instead, he tightens his grip slowly until Bella finds herself trapped in a binding contract she never meant to sign, working as a personal maid inside his world, his mansion, under his rules. A job she takes only because her family is drowning, and she has no other choice. She tells herself she can endure anything for her parents.

But surviving Rick Dawson is different because he doesn’t just want obedience…he wants her. He doesn’t want a maid…he wants control and submission. He sees something in Bella, something he wants….Something he'll claim.But falling for him might be the most expensive mistake of her life.And once she enters his world, there’s no easy way out.

⬥ Keegan ⬥
I was sent to her.
To watch her. To protect her. And, when the order comes… to kill her.
My name is Keegan Caffery. I’m the Carter Mafia’s best hitman. I don’t miss. I don’t fail.
At least, I didn’t use to.
I don’t know what it is about her that got to me first—her mouth, her mind, or the way she looks at me like I’m not what she should fear.
I’ve had a gun to her head since I walked into her life.
She knows it.
And she still doesn’t run.
She just watches me back like she’s studying a problem she refuses to call impossible.
She’s the one variable I can’t control.
And God help me… I don’t want to.
I have an order. I have loyalty. I have a trigger.
But every time I imagine it—
I can’t stand it.
Her or me. That’s the math.
It’s a deadly equation I don’t want to solve.
⬥ Maisie ⬥
I’m not ordinary. I stopped pretending long ago.
My name is Maisie Seo. IQ 145. Clinical genius.
Which sounds impressive until you realize what it actually means: I don’t fit anywhere people expect me to.
I see patterns everywhere. Outcomes before they happen. People like equations I’ve already solved.
It gets lonely in a world you’ve already figured out.
So I dull myself down. Smoke the edges off. Pretend, badly, to be the kind of normal that lets people stay.
Then he walked in.
I knew what he was immediately. Dangerous. Intentional. Wrong in all the right ways.
I should be afraid of him.
I keep waiting for that to kick in.
Instead, I’m fascinated.
Because for the first time in my life… I’ve found something I can’t solve.
He is my deadly equation.

This is not your typical love story. This is so much deeper than that. This is a story where they find themselves and also find out things they didn’t know about each other. Hell, you might find out some things about yourself. This story is for your adult smut pleasure. This is a story of fiction (unless you have a story like this one). But, are they the only ones wanting him? Or is there somebody else out there willing to do anything to get him back?

At the Aurelia International Youth Violin Competition, someone had hidden steel needles in my daughter's violin and bow. Her fingers streaming blood, she lost her footing and fell from a railless platform thirty feet up. Both her hands and arms were shattered.
I ran to her like a madwoman, desperate to call an ambulance, but the other girl's mother had her people pin me to the floor.
"You stole my daughter's violin? This is what happens to thieves!" she sneered.
But that violin was the one my husband had specially commissioned for our daughter in Paris!
"Save my daughter first! We can sort out everything else later!" I fought with everything I had.
A slap cracked across my face.
"A worthless life. If she dies, she dies!"
"I'm the wife of Dawnfrost's CEO, Mr. Sterling. I can afford it!"
The blood in my veins turned to ice.
Yale Sterling? That was my husband.
Perfect. Just perfect.
Yale had the nerve to keep a mistress behind my back, and to let her spend my money to buy my daughter's life!
If I didn't tear you two apart piece by piece today, I'd have carried the name "Reaper of Wall Street" for twenty years for nothing.

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.

"I'm coming to cut out my baby from your stomach myself."
They called me Rose, but they forgot one truth: every rose comes with thorns.
I trusted my husband. I loved my best friend. They repaid me by poisoning my father, stealing my inheritance, and locking me in a basement to rot—six months pregnant.
I died watching them wear my jewels and laugh at my misery.
Then fate gave me a second chance.
I woke up at my father's funeral, the taste of betrayal still fresh on my tongue.
They think I'm still the same soft, grieving heiress they can drug and manipulate. They think I'm an easy target.
They're wrong.
This time, I'm not just defending my father's legacy. I'm burning their world to the ground.
From the funeral podium to the boardroom, I'm reclaiming my power piece by piece.
But as I rewrite my destiny, my enemies are evolving. Worse, the man who should be dead isn't staying buried.
How far am I willing to go to win? And when the thorns I've grown finally draw blood—will I be the one holding the blade, or the one bleeding out?

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.

For three years, she was the invisible wife in a marriage of convenience, her quiet love met only with his cold indifference. Now, with her departure date set, the photos of him with his true love are the final proof she needs to walk away forever.

Her bags are packed, her future is hers alone. She plans to vanish without a trace, leaving behind only a signed divorce paper.

He never saw her—until he found her closet empty and his world unraveling. The man who took her for granted is now in a desperate race against time, tormented by a single question: Can he undo his greatest mistake, or has he already lost the one person who truly mattered?

"You have no wolf."

In a world where your wolf determines your power, your rank, and your worth, those four words are a death sentence.

Vivienne Frost was born to inherit the most ancient Pack in the North. Silver wolf bloodline. Destined for power.

But on the night of her Awakening Ceremony, nothing answered.

Her father stopped seeing her as his daughter. She became a bargaining chip — traded into a political marriage with an Alpha she never chose.

So she runs.

Under a fake identity, Vivienne enters Thornfield Academy to uncover who is being groomed to replace her. But the most dangerous thing at Thornfield isn't the conspiracy.

It's Kael Thorne.

The most feared Alpha in the academy. A man raised to be a weapon, who has never let anyone close enough to see what that cost him.

Vivienne breaks that rule on day one.

She notices his scars. Challenges his dominance. Refuses to fear him.

And his wolf responds to her.

When danger closes in, Kael makes a choice no one expects — he marks her. Not because he trusts her. Because protecting her becomes the one instinct he can't fight.

But the girl they called wolfless was never truly empty.

Something ancient is waking inside her blood.

And the Alpha who marked her will have to choose — protect the bond, or let them both burn.

Main Platform Blurb

Evelyn Hart has been married to billionaire Adrian Vale for three years.

In private, she is his wife.

In public, she is no one.

At Meridian Foundation's glittering charity gala, Adrian thanks his family, his donors, and every powerful name in the room. He never thanks Evelyn. He never even says her name.

Then a terrified woman slips a recorder into Evelyn's hand and whispers:

Ask what happened to Room 17.

The clue leads Evelyn into the darkest corners of the family she married: hidden medical files, missing women, false names, and a foundation that turns living people into secrets.

Adrian says he wants to protect her.

But Evelyn is done being protected into silence.

If he wants to stand beside her now, he will have to do what he never did before: tell the truth, give up control, and let her choose whether he deserves a place in her life.

Because Room 17 does not only hide his family's crimes.

It hides the reason his wife was never meant to have a name.

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Golden Nixon has always been the fat, quiet girl with a loving heart no one deserved.
In a prestigious university where beauty talks louder than brains, she's mocked, ignored, and bullied. Even by the one boy she has a crush on.

Allan Renshaw is the school's most wanted play boy. Tattooed, dreadlocked, dangerously charming, and admired. He's everything Golden isn't.

Yet shame is a cruel master. He hides her. He mocks her to fit in. And when Golden overhears him body shaming her in front of his friends, her already fragile heart shatters.

Will Allan fight for her? Or has Golden finally learned that loving someone harder won't make them love you back?

"So I was just a game to you, Angela?"
"Everything they said is true... I got close to you because of the bet."
Years later, high school betrayal ignites a deadly adult contract.
"This isn't a negotiation, Angela. I want your body, and I'll give you a price. That's it."
"Angela Jones. Once untouchable. Now sitting in front of me, begging."
"You're staying here starting today... your life isn't yours anymore."
Angela Jones is on the rise in Hollywood when a scandal destroys her career. Fleeing to Santa Barbara to escape the chaos, she runs into Aaron Carter,the man she once framed and ruined.
Aaron isn't the boy she remembers. He's a cold, calculated billionaire now, with only one goal: revenge. Using absolute control, he drags Angela into a dangerous game where every past sin and secret is laid bare. From betrayal and heartbreak to a binding contract that leaves her life under his command, Angela must navigate a world of power, desire, and ruthless retribution.
In the end, she must choose: fight to reclaim her life or surrender to the man determined to ruin her... and maybe, the only one who can save her.

Kelly Brook thought her secret marriage to Anderson Grant would shield her from her previous scandal, but everything crumbled when she discovered Anderson’s betrayal—a hidden affair with her estranged twin sister, Kate. Forced to announce her own divorce, Kelly struggles to hold her composure as she faces public judgment and private heartbreak. With her resources tied to Anderson’s career and overshadowed by her sister. Kelly must decide whether to fight for redemption or let her past destroy her future.

My husband thinks I married him for power.
I wish that were true.
I’ve loved Austin Thorne for ten years. I’ve worn his ring for three. Now I’m giving our marriage an expiration date.
Three more months. I fight for control of my family’s empire. Then we divorce—whether I win or lose.
There’s just one problem: winning the deal that could secure my future means going up against my own husband.
I can challenge his terms. Refuse his money. Hold my ground across a negotiating table.
What I can’t seem to do is stop hoping he’ll ask me to stay.
In public, we play the perfect couple. Behind closed doors, we know exactly where to hurt each other. He says he doesn’t love me, then stands beside me when the people I trusted try to destroy me.
Every time I’m ready to give up on him, he gives me another reason to hesitate.
But someone is turning our private secrets into weapons. And Austin still doesn’t understand what I lost six months ago—or why I can’t keep living like this.
Our deadline is approaching.
Will he finally fight for our marriage—or just fight to stop me from leaving it?

Freya is nothing. A chubby wolfless Omega. A servant. A secret her own father refuses to claim.

She has learned to survive quietly… until the night everything changes.

When her stepsister accuses her of poisoning the most feared Alpha, she is sentenced to drink the very poison herself.

He should have killed her. Instead, he saves her.

Because the one girl everyone sees as nothing…
Is his mate.

Alpha Darius has a chosen Luna. A tradition that cannot be broken. A pack that would never accept an Omega on the throne.

But what she doesn’t know is—She was never nothing.

She was always the one the moon goddess chose.

For six years, Mara gave Elias her time, her labor, and her love. After a miscarriage, a broken heirloom, and one betrayal too many, she stopped asking him to see her pain. When he came begging for another chance, all he found was the woman she had become without him.

I was always a clingy girlfriend, something my online boyfriend seemed to eat right up. That is, until my brother's birthday dinner. I noticed his pretty-boy roommate's phone lit up the exact second I sent a text.

My brother chuckled. "She's been texting you non-stop all night. Doesn't it annoy you?"

The roommate barely looked at his screen. "Annoying," he muttered.

My thumbs froze over the keyboard.

For five years, my crime boss husband made me take off my wedding ring nine times—all for his precious damsel in distress.
When we first married, he promised me: "From now on, you're my queen, the queen of New Orleans."
But whenever Odette came crying for help, he'd change his tune: "Mr. Laurent saved my life, Cordelia. I owe his family everything."
And like a fool, I believed him eight times.
Eight times I watched from the shadows as he took another woman to our favorite restaurants.
Eight times I explained to the crew that our "separation" was just giving each other space.
Eight times I watched her move into my bedroom, use my dishes, sleep in my bed.
All for a man who kept making me slip off my ring, then slide it back on, over and over again.
Until the ninth time, when he said he needed to provide sperm for her fertility treatment, and I offered to leave.
He still thinks this is just another temporary break, expecting me to come crawling back in a month like always.
He'll never know I've already booked my ticket out of here.

In that luxury cruise ship fire that shocked the world, my husband Gordon Mercer—the ship's captain—pried open my bloodied fingers and fastened the last intact life vest onto his first love.
In my past life, he locked me inside the blazing cabin. First, the flames devoured me. Then, as the ship broke apart, the icy ocean swallowed me whole. I drowned in the depths.
When I opened my eyes again, I'd returned to that life-or-death moment—the ship about to sink, alarms tearing through the night.
Watching Gordon clutch that trembling woman in his arms, I didn't break down sobbing like before. I didn't beg.
Instead, I laughed coldly and threw the life vest at their feet.
"Since you two are so desperate to die together, go right ahead."

I was murdered. My body was dumped on the riverbank.
The detective leading the case is Brennan Carter — my husband. He has sworn to find the killer of this "unidentified female." He doesn't know the victim is me.
I've been missing for seven days. My colleagues and supervisors keep calling Brennan to ask where I am. Dismissing it as a tantrum, he's spent the week doing one thing: celebrating his mistress Tessa's birthday.
It wasn't until my phone turned up at the crime scene that it finally hit him — the wife he'd wished would disappear might actually be gone.

Chase Harrington hadn't willingly spoken to me since I hit puberty and got fat.

So, when my childhood best friend actually handed me a Diet Coke on the morning of our Yale alumni interviews, I should've known it was a trap. Instead, my stupid heart fluttered. I thought he still cared.

I drank it.

When I woke up, my hair covered the hardwood floor.

Sloane Kensington, the undisputed queen bee of our school, stood over me holding scissors. "Damn, Chase. Those sleeping pills worked like a charm. Homegirl is practically bald."

I looked at Chase in disbelief.

The boy who used to promise we'd get married just checked his phone.

"Sloane lost a game of Truth or Dare," he said, sounding completely bored. "If she didn't cut your hair, she'd have to go hit on some freak on the street. Besides, it's not like you've got an image to maintain, Gwen. You're fat. It's just hair. Deal with it."

That was the exact moment the boy I loved died to me.

I didn't yell or cry. I just opened my laptop and changed my college application from Yale to Stanford—three thousand miles away on the West Coast.

Grant postponed our engagement three times. First, because Vivian was in the hospital. Second, because she was feeling low. Third, because her concert mattered more than our future.

So I asked the man who’d always been there—Adrian Kessler.

“Are you interested in marrying me?” He said yes without hesitation.

We set the date for the same night as Vivian’s concert.

While Grant was clapping for her, I was walking down the aisle toward the only man who never made me wait.

He didn’t find out until he showed up to his own celebration dinner and found the restaurant empty. “Where is everyone?” he demanded. Someone laughed.

“Adrian and Nadia are getting engaged tonight. It’s streaming live.”

Grant stormed into my ceremony, screaming that I belonged to him.

Adrian knocked him down with one punch.

“You had three chances,” I told him. “You blew every one.”

Now Grant keeps sending me flowers, begging for another chance. But I’m wearing a pink diamond tiara designed just for me, standing beside a man who chose me first.

He postponed our engagement three times. I only needed one chance to marry the right man.

Paul Sutcliffe has spent three years quietly hating Garrett Holt from two rows back in AP Lit, the quarterback who got everything handed to him, including the one apology he never gave her. Then her mother marries his father, and the boy she's hated becomes the boy she shares a bathroom with. Worse: on the night of the wedding, Paul finds proof that Garrett's late mother didn't die in an accident as everyone believes; she was driven out of town, and Paul's own mother helped do it. Now Paul is living under the roof of a family she just helped destroy, falling into uneasy alliance with the one person who has more reason to hate her than she ever had to hate him.

Everyone at Briar Ridge High knows two things: No one messes with star quarterback Jaxon Reed, and no one stands up for Mila Santos.
Mila is the brilliant, plus-size girl people underestimate too easily—the quiet honors student with a sharp tongue, a secret dream of leaving town, and a reputation shaped by years of cruelty. At school, she’s the target of whispers, pranks, and public humiliation, much of it fueled by Jaxon’s possessive cheerleader ex.

Then Mila takes a live-in babysitting job for Jaxon’s little sister while his father works nights, and everything changes.
At school, they are enemies by history and circumstance. At home, they are forced into the same kitchen, the same living room, the same late-night routines of homework help, shared meals, and caring for the little girl who adores them both. Mila sees the side of Jaxon no one else does: protective, overworked, and carrying more pressure than his golden-boy image reveals. Jaxon begins to see the truth about Mila too—not the rumors, not the body people mock, but the fierce, funny, deeply resilient girl he should have defended long ago.
As the bullying escalates and his ex wages war, Jaxon is forced to choose between the life everyone expects from him and the girl he cannot stop thinking about. Meanwhile, Mila begins a powerful transformation of her own. She stops shrinking. Stops apologizing. Stops letting cruel people decide her worth.

What begins as bitterness becomes tension. Tension becomes loyalty. Loyalty becomes a first love fierce enough to change them both.
But when betrayal, jealousy, and one devastating public humiliation threaten to tear them apart, Mila must decide whether loving Jaxon is worth the risk—or whether choosing herself means walking away from the boy who finally learned how to fight for her.....

Everyone used to say Ryan Scott loved me more than his own life.
I used to believe that too.
Then I found out I was pregnant with Ryan’s child—
and that’s when my adopted sister told me she was pregnant with his child as well.
So I chose revenge.
I emptied his accounts, staged the perfect accident, and planned my own “death.”
On the day I “died,” Ryan completely broke down, clutching my urn like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
While he sobbed his heart out in front of my photo, I was already holding another man’s hand—the man who never let go of me when I was at my lowest—
and walking toward the brand‑new life that truly belonged to me.

Kelly Brook thought her secret marriage to Anderson Grant would shield her from her previous scandal, but everything crumbled when she discovered Anderson’s betrayal—a hidden affair with her estranged twin sister, Kate. Forced to announce her own divorce, Kelly struggles to hold her composure as she faces public judgment and private heartbreak. With her resources tied to Anderson’s career and overshadowed by her sister. Kelly must decide whether to fight for redemption or let her past destroy her future.

Jess is the heir of his father big mansion, to fulfill his will he goes with his girlfriend to spend a week there but what is doesn't know is not only is half-sister is taking part of the project but they are monitored 24/7. What started as a normal experience turns into a bloody battle for power

As the manor's all seeing AI, Craig, monitors their every move and whispered confession, the line between sanctuary and laboratory blurs. The house's hidden passages and dark secrets begin to surface, revealing a legacy built on betrayal, psychological torture, and murder. The heirs soon realize they are not just fighting for an inheritance but for their very survival, as the house itself seems designed to make them turn on one another.

In this venomous crucible of lust and greed, where every kiss can be a lie and every touch a threat, the Blackwood family must confront the sins of their bloodline. Who will successfully navigate the lethal maze of desire and deception to claim the ultimate prize, and who will become just another ghost haunting the halls of Jackson Manor?

"You're my weakness" Jerald said, still aiming his gun at her, she yawned.

"If all I am to you is a pawn that your enemies will use against you then, do as you wish" She said as she stepped towards him.

He stepped back. “Don't come closer" he said, his hands jolting. “I'll shoot."

“Jerald Carter! New York's Cosa Nostra, can't even shoot me.” She mocked him, she knew he couldn't do it.
She kept moving closer.

“Jennifer!” He warned her.

“You can't kill me, Jerald.” She pressed her chest against the gun. “You and I both know I am The Thing You Kill For.”
Jennifer’s father promised that she would marry Jerald Carter. Jennifer's been dreading the arranged marriage because she has a boyfriend—but now that her family's lives depend on it, there’s no denying it anymore.
There's something mystifying about Jerald Carter but nonetheless, Jennifer couldn’t help but fall for him.

Everyone is not perfect of course, Jerald Carter got a big secret he’s keeping, of the dark and deadly variety.

But what will happen when she finds out that she married a man who could just as easily kill her as a snap...?

After Saffron was injured, Theodore personally sent Maeve to a psychiatric hospital.
“Take good care of her.” Those were his words before Maeve endured years of torture.
When she was finally released, her own fiancé failed to recognize her, mistaking her for a woman he could pick up at a bar.
Three years earlier, Saffron had falsely accused Maeve of trying to run her over.
Without hearing her side, her family abandoned her, and Theodore let it happen.
Now, Maeve is back, but no one believes her claims that Saffron framed her.
Theodore even demands that she accept her punishment.
Done begging for their trust, Maeve walks away forever.
Her family pushes her into a contract marriage, and just as she stops defending herself, Saffron’s deception is exposed.
Will Theodore win her back? Will her family love her again? Can Maeve finally find happiness in her contract marriage?

Damian's breath fanned my ear as I felt his body press into my back. The front of his gun brushed past my shoulder, fixated on Luca, who faced us with clenched fists.
“Move, Elena,” Luca wanted to sound dominating, “he won't hurt you. I won't let him.”
I couldn't move when Damian settled his hand on my waist firmly, keeping me from moving.
“You won't let me?” Damian's tone was possessive when he leaned closer to me, speaking to Luca. “You don't give the orders here.”
Luca's jaw tightened, but he didn't move from his place.
Damian slowly pressed his finger more on the trigger, deliberately.
“You have two choices, Elena," he whispered to me. "Choose me, and he'll live, but might end up in a hospital. Choose him and he dies."


Elena knew it wasn’t a threat but a promise.

She showed up from a nowhere town in Texas. He runs half the city from a penthouse no one gets invited to.

First meeting: he told her to hand over the cat and the kid. She kicked his brother into a car hood.

Second meeting: he produced a travel-size hand sanitizer on a park bench. She ate a hot dog next to him without blinking.

They're locked to the same bracelet — heart rate spikes, coordinates sync, no override, no opt-out. He's precise, controlled, allergic to chaos. She keeps walking into his life like she owns the square footage. He's never once miscalculated a person. She makes him do it constantly.

He tells her he'll always know where she is. She tells him to keep his heart rate down, then.

Neither of them manages it.

He says he doesn't do feelings. She says she doesn't do roots. The bracelet doesn't care what either of them says.

It just keeps syncing.

Every time.

I thought the worst pain was loving someone who didn't love me back. I was wrong.

The worst pain is standing in front of your soulmate while he looks at you like you're nothing.

Alpha King Valerius didn't just reject me at our mating ceremony. He humiliated me. He stripped my rank and made me a slave. When his new woman demanded I disappear, he sent assassins to make sure I never came back.

So I jumped off a cliff into the Dead Lands where wolves go to die.

But I didn't die. And he never knew I was carrying his child.

Five years later, I'm back. Not as the weak omega he threw away, but as the Rogue Queen with an army at my back and his son by my side.

He wants forgiveness now. He says the mate bond is still alive.

Too bad. I already buried it with the girl he killed.

Tessa gave up everything for her husband—her career, her family, her dignity—only to be discarded when his past walked back into his life.
Broken, she signs the divorce papers and leaves.

Years later, she returns as a woman the world kneels before and Smith realizes too late that the wife he broke has become the reckoning he cannot escape.

She's back powerful, untouchable, and unforgiving.

This time, she isn’t asking for love.
She’s collecting debts.

The night my childhood fiancé humiliated me in front of our entire senior class, I didn't cry.
I just went home and made two decisions.

Lose the 60 pounds.
Secretly reject my Princeton acceptance.
I erased his number, packed my bags, and vanished from his toxic orbit. Nathan thinks he won.
He thinks he finally shook off the "burden" his parents forced on him.
But what happens when the girl you spent your whole life running away from... becomes the only woman you can't live without?

Thirteen years. That's how long I loved Reid Holloway.
When he said he was being bullied, I believed him. When he kissed me on that rooftop, I thought he felt the same. When he asked me to transfer schools with him, I said yes without hesitation.
Then I heard him bragging to his friends: "She'd save her first time for me. Hell, she'd still be thinking of me on her wedding night."
The bullying was staged. The kiss meant nothing. He just wanted me gone—so his new girl could feel more comfortable.
He thought I'd beg. He thought I'd cry. He thought I'd never actually leave.
I left the country.
And ran straight into his stepbrother.

Three months ago, I broke up with Julian, my boyfriend of eight years.

But Julian refused to accept it. He thought I was just throwing a tantrum.

For three months, he carried on with the new intern at his office while he waited for me to come back and apologize.

Meanwhile, I'd already accepted someone else's proposal. I'd even booked the wedding venue.

When we ran into each other at a college reunion and everyone asked when the wedding was, he gave his usual excuse: "We haven't decided yet."

At almost the exact same moment, I said, "The last Saturday in September."

Furious, he dragged me into a corner. "Are you trying to force me to propose? I told you to wait!"

I pulled my hand free. "You wait all you want. I'm getting married."

He thought I was bluffing to back him into a corner.

He didn't realize the breakup was real.

He didn't know I'd found out about the young intern he'd been hiding long ago.

And he had no idea that the man I was marrying wasn't him.

My daughter was choked until her face turned purple by the mistress's son, then nearly died after my ex-husband forced her to give blood.
She was beaten, cursed at, and abandoned on a bench outside the hospital.
And I could do nothing to help her.
Because I had already died eight years ago.
It wasn't until my daughter collapsed crying at my grave—and the story made the news—that my ex-husband finally learned the truth.
He had destroyed both me and the child we shared in the cruelest way possible.
And by then, there was no fixing it.

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."