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When I woke up from the car accident, the calendar had jumped to five years later.
who suddenly appeared out of nowhere , was flirting with her lover on the sofa right in front of me, and then threw her credit card in my face: "Useless thing, from today onwards, go earn your own money."
I glanced at my watch and signed the divorce agreement, agreeing to leave with nothing.
Half an hour later, the director of Patek Philippe arrived at my door carrying a royal rare watch and bowed respectfully: "Young Master Stirling, the family welcomes you back."
She froze. I put on my watch and walked out the door without looking back.
Later she realized that when I left with nothing, it wasn't because I had nothing at all, but because I didn't care about what she had.

48-hour countdown to an arctic apocalypse. I asked my wife for $50,000 to buy a system shelter to save our lives, but she told her family I wanted the money to support a mistress. I scraped together $50,000 from various sources and was about to activate the shelter when my wife called, triumphantly telling me she'd already transferred all my assets and was hiding in a luxury villa with her lover.

She didn't know that when the extreme cold arrived, the villa's floor-to-ceiling windows would shatter instantly, and the fireplace wood would last no more than three days.

The only place that could truly sustain life was my shelter.

Now, she's kneeling outside the shelter door...

ADRIAN Cole had it all. Wealth, power, a beautiful wife, and a daughter who adored him. But one mistake… one affair… and one phone call from his mistress was enough to shatter the perfect life he thought he controlled.

When Amelia walked away, she didn’t just leave her husband behind, she carried a secret of her own, a secret that would change everything.

Now Adrian is left chasing shadows of the woman who once loved him, realizing too late that money and pride can’t heal the wounds of betrayal. But the road back to Amelia’s heart isn’t just blocked by her pain, it’s poisoned by the jealousy of her own sister, whose hidden hatred runs deeper than anyone could imagine.

Caught between regret, family betrayal, and the fight for the woman he once took for granted, Adrian must prove that his love is real this time. But what if Amelia’s forgiveness is the one thing he can never buy back?

A story of betrayal, heartbreak, and redemption. Will love survive when it’s already too late for sorry?

"Call me brother," he whispered, pressing me against the wall, his erection hard against my stomach.
For twelve years, we played this dangerous game. By day, I was his obedient foster sister. By night, I was his obsession.
He never went all the way—saving me for marriage, he claimed—but he did everything else. His fingers knew every wet corner of my body. His mouth had tasted my pleasure a thousand times. He groomed me to be the perfect toy for his bed.
"You're mine, Julie. Only mine."
But then Lena came back.
Suddenly, the bedroom door was locked. Suddenly, I heard her screams of pleasure instead of mine.
He didn't touch me anymore. He looked at me with cold, dead eyes and said, "You're just a sister. Stop acting like a jealous lover."
He threw away twelve years of intimacy for a fresh body.
I packed my bags, leaving behind the lingerie he bought me, the toys we used.
When he finally realized Lena was a fake, he came running back, eyes wild, wanting to claim what he thought was still his property.
"Spread your legs for me, Julie," he begged, reaching for me.
I slapped his hand away. "Go fuck your sister, Daniel. I'm done."

I was Sophie Langley, the only daughter of a modestly wealthy family.
Then I married Harrison Whitmore, the heir to a Manhattan dynasty.
Harrison was five years older than me, stern, private, and almost offensively rich. He had no scandals, no revolving door of women, and no hobbies beyond making money.
Conveniently, my favorite hobby was spending it.
The black card never declined. The couture never ran out. Neither did the jewelry.
My life as a trophy wife was perfect—until Harrison's childhood friend came home from London.
After that, my husband stopped coming home.

My wife had an affair.
Not only that, she casually indulged her lover over the phone, allowing him to crush the bones of my right hand, known as the "Hand of God," right in front of our six-year-old child, with a stomp of his shoe. I could never hold a tool again.
Natalie thought I was just a poor, pathetic loser earning a dead-end salary, so she brazenly let her gigolo trample all over me.
But what she had no idea of was that her proud identity as a transnational female CEO was merely a toy casually tossed to her by the top old-money family I belong to in New York.
When dozens of bulletproof armored vehicles smashed through the gates and my father, the patriarch, descended like the god of death, her arrogant self finally crumbled like a stray dog.
She screamed and jumped into the icy, bone-chilling lake to retrieve the diamond ring I had discarded, wailing and begging to chop off her own hand to compensate me.
But I just held the stunning British Duchess in my arms, watching coldly as she fell into an abyss of eternal damnation.
This love, tainted with shit, whoever wants it can have it!

With her husband feeling more like a distant roommate, Nikki, an ex-college soccer player, knows there's more out there for her but scared to leave the comfort of her normal, usual, secure life. One night, during a massive storm, lightening strikes as a new player, Shane, joins her team. The second their eyes meet, time stops. She knows this person has always lived in her heart and soul. What is this feeling? It's illogical, it's fantasy, it's supported by all of the physical evidence you could throw in front of her. What the hell even is a soul mate, anyways? There's only one way to find out without actually having to interact with the dark haired stranger in real life...inviting him to dream with her. Will he join her?

For ten years, I've been the biggest joke in Eden Fortress—a madman who draws a broken bow eight thousand times a day.
Duke, the plutocrat's heir, even uses me as cannon fodder bait.
But when the Crystalline Tyrant tears through the earth, when S-rank "savior" Duke pisses himself in terror before the monster, at that moment when the entire fortress waits in despair for death—I draw back that broken bow that's been mocked for ten years.

My eyes can see through the essence of all things, my empty bow can shoot down any existence.
From the beast's maw, one arrow obliterates the plutocrat's heir! From within the monster's belly, one arrow defeats the Mountain Tyrant! Above the fortress, one arrow disables all weaponry!

From bottom-tier waste and cannon fodder to the uncrowned king who brings an entire fortress to its knees—I use absolute strength to tell this world: True power never needs anyone's validation!

Ethan, shirtless and dominant, pressed Anna down. His large hand climbed onto her soft, tender breast, teasing and kneading with expert precision.

Anna gasped, her breath coming in shallow hitches. "I can't take it... give it to me."

Ethan flipped her over. His predatory heat rubbed relentlessly between her butt cheeks before his swollen, purple-red member lunged into her from behind.

"Anna Rivers," Ethan growled. "Even if we divorce, you’ll spend the rest of your life moaning under me."

—

Anna never expected she’d have to design wedding rings for her husband, Ethan, and his "true love." Then came the divorce papers.

She signed without hesitation, cutting off her feelings, hiding her pregnancy test, and fleeing abroad.

Years later, she was thriving and surrounded by suitors. But Ethan had changed. He stalked her, obsessed, begging with bloodshot eyes for one more chance.

Suddenly, her little one stepped out, blocked his path, and put hands on tiny hips. "You want to date my Mommy? Get in line!"

To save her sick mother, Emily Johnson begs her fiancé, James Smith, for help, only to be cruelly humiliated by him and her stepsister, Sophia. Labeled as carrying a "bastard child," Emily's life spirals into despair.

Five years later, she returns, stronger than ever, with her brilliant twin children. In a twist of fate, she saves a mysterious man, William Brown, who is injured and has lost his memory—yet he looks just like her kids.

What secrets from the past will unravel?

Six years ago, my half-sister drugged me and locked me in a room with a stranger. I fled New York overnight—only to discover I was pregnant with triplets.
Six years later, I return as "Jane," an internationally acclaimed designer. My mission: reclaim my late mother's brand. But Ethan Blackwood—that cold, powerful CEO—keeps getting in my way.
He doesn't know that the three genius children who call someone else "Mom" are actually his. He doesn't know that his trusted "girlfriend" was the one who set me up.
He thinks I'm the villain. He has no idea who he's messing with.
This time? I'm not running anywhere.

"Euli." I'm pressed up against his desk, his front to my back, and I can feel everything.

"Yes" I answer breathlessly, he pulled my hair backward.

"Do you think I care if anyone sees me ravishing your sinful body?"

I try to wiggle out of his hold to no avail, he pulls me tighter to his front and I feel his hardness

"Cons...tantine " I stutter

There's a knock on the door and I quickly regain myself, push him backward and arrange my scattered hair and he just smirks at me.

Eulalia gets a well paying job at a very successful company but she doesn't know why she can't stop thinking about her boss and all the dirty things he could do to her.

Constantine can't stop thinking about the little angel that works for him and beautiful her blue eyes are. He will stop at nothing until he makes sure that she is HIS.

It started as a boss secretary relationship but turned into something more sinful.
Will their love be strong enough to overcome any storm or will it crumble in the end?

“You can’t just walk away from me, Diane!” Mike’s grip on her wrist tightened. “I gave you everything!”

“You took everything,” Diane shot back, yanking herself free. “And now I’m taking it back.”

“Running to Lance Henderson?” Amanda sneered. “Wow. That’s low—even for you.”

For years Diane had stood by her husband and supported him as his perfect wife, only to be betrayed in the most gut-wrenching manner by the man she loved and the stepsister she trusted. Heartbroken and throne out of her company and her father’s house, she bid farewell to weakness forever.

Lance Henderson-powerful, ruthless, and in every sense of the word, way out of her league. A marriage in name only, where they both get something in return, is a second chance for Diane. He needs a wife to keep his family at bay, and she needs a way back into the world that spat her out.

Just business. No feelings. No complications. But with every moment spent with Lance, everything began to blur. With Mike constantly fighting to keep her from moving on, Amanda trying to sabotage her at every turn, and demons from Lance’s past resurrecting, Diane understands she has gone much deeper than she ever really intended.

She thought she was done with the game. Should she stick out her neck for love one last time, or will she finally embrace the ruthless queen she was always meant to be?

Hiding my identity and marrying an ambitious female celebrity—this is the most boring social experiment I've ever done.
She wants me to leave with nothing.
She gave my family heirloom to that gigolo.
She tweeted that I was "low-class trash".
She didn't know that Hollywood, which she was desperately trying to climb up to, was nothing more than my backyard.
She had no idea that those capitalists she fawned over would all bow down and call me "Mr. Rockwell."
Until that night, she stripped naked, attempting to offer herself to the enigmatic "godfather of capital"—
The leather sofa slowly turned around.
The lights were on.
She saw my face.
“Chloe,” I flicked my cigar ash, “what brings you here?”

The novel contains explicit content, sex, and assault and is full of scenes that take the reader to the new heights of unquenchable pleasure with every page turned, so it's advised for 18+.

My co-wife's brothers walked to the room, and I just walked out of the bathroom, which startled me; the towel fell to the ground. Both of them walked towards me, eyes full of lust, as they both said, "Why compete with another woman over a man when we are ready to share, dominate, and make you ours?
"But..."
Before I could continue my sentence, Salvador touched my well-soaked flowery bud and whispered close to my ears, "Say that you don't want us as much as we want you."

Meet the intriguing story of Margaret Mathias. Finding herself at a beautiful wedding with Joshua Franks, she agreed to be a second wife to him despite knowing he was already married because the first wife was very welcoming. But what she didn't expect was to be treated less than a maid in her husband's house. She laid several complaints to her husband, but they fell on deaf ears, saying her co-wife is the queen of the house.
She was sexually starved, and she had had enough. She was ready to leave the house, but would she be able to leave when her co-wife's brothers came for a vacation? Would they be ready to share her, or would one of them want her for himself? Read and find out.

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

I pulled her closer and entered her again. Again and again, picking up the rhythm. The more intense my movements, the louder she screamed.

"Amelia?" I asked.

"Stop asking if I'm okay and take me, Leonardo!" she shouted. "Harder!"

My boss, proposes that we get married for six months to improve his bachelor image and save his company. I agree, thinking it's just a game. But from the first kiss in this fake marriage, I realize my innocence won’t last long.

Rule number one? Some boundaries are meant to be broken, no matter the consequences.

I am Harper, the wife who loved too deeply in a marriage built on a lie. For three years, I endured my husband Brandon Martinez’s cold indifference, knowing I was merely a pawn in his gamble against his first love. But when she returned, shattering my last illusions with her presence and his undeniable devotion to her, I finally woke up.
After a car accident left me injured and alone, while he comforted her, I realized my love was nothing but a one-sided tragedy. I chose to leave, signing a divorce agreement and walking away with nothing but my dignity. Now, as he desperately tries to win me back with belated tenderness and possessive demands, I stand firm. My heart, once broken by his neglect, has hardened. I am no longer the submissive wife waiting in the shadows; I am reclaiming my life, my career, and my future.

This was the most miserable Christmas I had ever experienced.
On Christmas Eve night, my husband brought his mistress home and demanded that I, his pregnant wife, leave with nothing.
On this day, I lost my husband and also lost the child in my womb...

Five years ago, to save his life, I endured the pain of breaking up with him, leaving only the words "I'm going to marry a rich man" before vanishing from the world.
Five years later when we meet again, he has become a powerful mafia boss who commands wind and rain, while I'm just a small secretary struggling to make ends meet.
He hates me for being materialistic and heartless—tearing up my contracts, destroying my job, setting up an inescapable net, forcing me into a corner with nowhere to run, vowing to crush me mercilessly under his feet.
He thinks I've long since married into wealth and live a life of luxury;
But he doesn't know that the daughter I bore him is timidly asking me: "Mommy, when will Daddy come see me?"

I was trying to steal a child from my comatose billionaire husband, but just as I touched him, his dark eyes suddenly snapped open.

"Thirty million dowry, and you are sold to the Duncan family." My stepmother's words echoed in my head. I was forced to marry Brandon, a man rumored to be a ruthless genius, but who had been lying in a dirty room as a vegetable for a year.

My family abandoned me, and my fiancé slept with my adopted sister. I had nothing left. If Brandon died, I would be thrown onto the streets. So, looking at his breathtakingly handsome face and perfectly sculpted body, I made a crazy decision: I needed his heir.

I locked the door, trembling as I took off his clothes. "Just treat me as a tool, please don't mind," I whispered to his sleeping face.

I straddled him, my heart pounding out of my chest. I thought he couldn't feel a thing. I thought I was safe. But just as I leaned down, a slender, bone-chilling hand suddenly grabbed my wrist like a vice.

I screamed, my blood running cold.

His ink-black eyes, filled with three feet of ice and demonic fury, stared right into my soul. The man who had been declared braindead was awake.

"What did you do to me?" His voice was hoarse, his grip tightening around my throat. "Do you know who I am?"

I was trapped under the most dangerous man in the country, and I had just been caught trying to use him.

"Oh fuck me."

"I think I already did that."


"The last thing I expected to do was wake up to my brother's best friend after a breakup. "

If there was one thing that Katerina Montgomery was one hundred percent sure of, it was that she was treasuring her virginity for her boyfriend of 2 years, Jericho. But when Jericho dumps her on the night of their anniversary, she does the one thing that she can think of. Go to the club her billionaire father owns and get absolutely trashed before leaving with a stranger.

Waking up ashamed with her virginity gone, she rolls out of bed only to see that she didn't lose it to just anyone; she lost it to one of her older brother's best friend, Alexander Storm.

If there is anything that Alexander Storm was sure of, is that he didn't want to settle down at the age of 27 just so his mother would get off his back about being single. But when he wakes up next to his best friend's little sister-who then ran out of his penthouse screaming- he can't help but see Katerina as more than the teen girl he met 5 years ago and that she was unique in her own way.

So when a bump-literally- brings them together, they can't help but notice that they bring the best and worst of each and Katerina sees that this whole situation started because of one thing; it all started with a one-night stand with get brother's best friend and CEO and now she's having his baby.

I was pregnant, but my husband wanted to divorce me because his first love had fallen seriously ill and had less than six months to live.

He wanted to divorce me and then marry his first love. He asked me to wait for him, to wait until his first love passed away so he could remarry me.

My heart was shattered. I was completely disappointed in this man. I terminated the pregnancy and decided to live the rest of my life for myself!

When he discovered I was gone, he became extremely anxious and searched for me like a madman!

But it was already too late...

Riley Wilson was sold to an old pervert for 1 night stand by her beloved ones ... After her escape she got a mysterious person not a human not an animal... At home she found she was not someone who she thinks and got kicked out same night... Now she needs to find her real identity and real home..

Careful keep challenging me, and I won’t pretend I’m not tempted to bend you over this desk,” Kael’s low warning brushes against my ear, his hand trapping mine against the boardroom table.
I refuse to flinch. “Power doesn’t impress me, Laurent. Admit it you’re as obsessed with me as I am with hating you.”
He leans closer, the scent of cedar and coffee surrounding me, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Obsessed? Maybe. But you’re not here just to save your team… you’re here because every fight between us burns hotter than the idea of losing control.”
Aurora Hale is brilliant, disciplined, and fiercely independent. As one of the most talented researchers at Laurent Dynamics, she refuses to bow to corporate pressure even when it comes from the company’s powerful and dangerously composed CEO, Kael Laurent.
When Kael threatens to cut funding to Aurora’s department, she does the unthinkable she challenges him publicly in the boardroom. Instead of silencing her, Kael assigns her as his direct liaison, forcing them to work side by side.
What begins as rivalry quickly becomes something far more dangerous.
Late-night strategy sessions, heated arguments, and moments of unexpected vulnerability blur the line between hate and desire. But in a world ruled by ambition and power, attraction can be a liability.
As rumors spread through the company, ambitious rivals including the calculating Elena Morozov begin to exploit their growing connection. With only her loyal friend Lila standing by her side, Aurora must protect her career while navigating the dangerous pull between her and the man she once despised.
When betrayal threatens everything she has built, Kael must choose between protecting his empire or fighting for the woman who has completely upended his world.

The Bodyguard CEO is a heart- pounding and very interesting story..

It takes us through the journey of two different but loving individuals; Gem and Leon.

Gem is a Model in the Modeling/Fashion Industry. After her mother death her father who she once had hope on betrayed her by marrying a new woman who is now her Step-Mother by name Maria.

Maria also had a daughter named Jolene.

Jolene is Gem's Step-sister and rival in the Modelling industry.

She always wants to be perfect, respected and more beautiful like Gem.

Everything changes and unfolds when Gem met Leon.

The most powerful handsome CEO of the world biggest security agency and first world class owner of Bodyguard Industry.

  Gem made Leon her personal Bodyguard without knowing the secrets behind her Bodyguard.

Find out in the Story.

When more secrets get unfold.

Will Gem's father and Step-Mother be forgiven after what he's done to Gem and her deceased Mother?

Will Jolene ever get what she wants?

What happens when Leon finds Gem as a very amazing woman to be with.

You belong to me from the moment you walk in... until I say you can leave.”

When struggling 22-year-old Noah Hart lands a job as the personal assistant to cold, ruthless billionaire Elias Voss, he thinks it’s just another paycheck. But Elias isn’t just demanding—he’s a man who doesn’t believe in love, doesn’t tolerate mistakes, and doesn’t mix business with pleasure.

At least, not until Noah walks into his office.

As the days blur into nights and the lines between personal and professional disappear, Noah finds himself caught in Elias’s dangerous world—where power is a game, and attraction is lethal.

But Noah has secrets too. And the deeper he falls, the harder it will be to escape.

Can a cold CEO learn to love—or will he destroy the only man who ever saw through his mask?

“I, Layla Lecruest, reject you Alpha Sebastian of the Red Moon Pack as my mate.”
Alpha Sebastian lifted his head. His thick hair blew back as the door to the house opened and a wind swept in.
“I, Alpha Sebastian of the Red Moon Pack, accept your rejection.”
Yes, it hurt to be rejected. Your mate was the one person in the entire world that was meant for you and the stories I had heard were glorious. Like the only two pieces of a puzzle, you find each other and become whole. You will never love anyone as you love your mate. And you never got a second chance. It was very rare, and I had just rejected mine.
Layla Lecruest, is a fierce, brave, and strong-willed girl who never cared about fitting in but neither did she plan to stand out as much as she did. Believing to be a normal wolf, the daughter of a former Beta, she never thought herself to be special. Little did she know that she held a gene that many believed to have been gone for a long time.
When she finds out that her mate is the Alpha who spent his life tormenting her, they quickly reject each other on the spot. Unbeknownst to them, Alpha Kade was on his way and would turn everything upside down as her second chance mate. The notorious Alpha Kade was famous for his strength and his ability to lead his pack. He earned respect wherever he went and when he arrived at the Red Moon Pack, he swore he wouldn't leave without his mate.
What happens when Layla finds herself stuck between her former and current mate as well as a pack of wolves with superior powers who thought she belonged to them? And what happens when another, even bigger secret is revealed?

Everyone thinks Nadia Hart is pure innocence—sweet, soft-spoken, and untouchable. She is the girl no one ever suspects of harboring dark, dangerous desires. Her best friend, Brielle, is the exact opposite: loud, reckless, and addicted to taking whatever—and whoever—she wants. Especially her own stepfather, Kane Vale.

Brielle treats Kane like a secret she owns. Nadia listens, pretending not to care. But behind her quiet smile lies a dirty secret: Kane isn't a stranger. Long before Brielle brought her home, Nadia shared an uninhibited night with him in the dark.

The moment Kane sees Nadia in his house, recognition burns through him. He knows exactly who she is, and he’s been waiting for her to break. What starts with a covert midnight rendezvous and a near-catch by a sleepwalking Brielle quickly spirals into a taboo dynamic. When Nadia catches Brielle and Kane in the act the next afternoon, Brielle doesn't back down—she pulls Nadia deeper into the fire, convincing her to join them in a boundary-pushing threesome......

A one-night stand with my handsome Alpha mate ends in disaster once he discovers I'm packless and was thrown away to fend for myself by my original pack for being a lazy stoner.

Needless to say, my mate, Wesley, rejects me on the spot. I'm not good enough for him—too bad he won't get rid of me after our night together. Not when I'm carrying his baby. Karma is a B....isn't she?

A family traitor had me and my five-year-old son chained up in an abandoned shipyard.
C-4 was strapped to my boy’s chest.
With ten minutes left, the kidnapper delivered his ultimatum:
“Bring Alessandro here, or I’ll send you both home in body bags.”
I tried accessing my hidden accounts to hire an extraction team, but the passwords had been changed.
I offered everything I owned for our lives, only to learn that my husband had drained every account to pay off a beachfront estate—for another woman.
I bit my lip until I called him. More than a dozen times before he answered.
All I got was Alessandro’s cold laugh.
“You’d really fake a kidnapping for attention?”
“The helicopter isn’t coming. Vivian’s shaken up. I’m taking her to buy a new dress. I don’t have time for your theatrics.”
Vivian’s soft voice drifted through the phone.
“Sandro, the thunder… I’m scared.”
He hung up.
In the bomb’s angry red glow, something inside me went still.
I dragged my wrist across a jagged edge until it split, tore off my wedding ring, and dropped it into the blood pooling at my feet.
Alessandro. Your wife and son are done waiting.
Seconds later, the explosion tore the night apart.
Alessandro stumbled from his Maybach and fell to his knees before the flames, screaming himself hoarse.

One snide comment from my worst enemy, and I dropped eighty million gold coins on a custom golem built to look exactly like him.

My requirements were simple: same face, same body, and a personality that's submissive, obedient, and takes whatever I dish out without fighting back.

I've had that insufferable face fetching me coffee, rubbing my feet, massaging my shoulders, even wearing a maid outfit.

Watching him bow and scrape for me finally lets out most of the resentment I've been carrying.

Then tonight, the workshop sends a message out of nowhere:

[Due to a shortage of high-purity mithril, your custom golem needs another month to complete. Thank you for your patience.]

I look over at the man kneeling by the couch, rubbing my legs.

So who exactly have I been treating like a dog for the past two months?

I loved Damien for ten years. Ten years, right up until the moment he took the heart that was supposed to save our daughter and gave it to someone else's child.

Lily was only seven. She was terrified of the dark, terrified of pain. She never got that heart. She just faded, right there in that hospital bed.

And Damien was down the hall, celebrating someone else's miracle.

He had no idea what I was holding when he finally came home. He had no idea my stomach cancer had already hit the final stage.

There was nothing left in this world worth staying for.

So this time, I didn't yell. I didn't cry.

I just slid the divorce papers across the table.

He thought I was bluffing.

But this time, I had nothing left to lose.

At night, it was already midnight when Asher came home from dinner.

He knew that Nora would come to The Howe family today. His grandpa Howard had asked Asher to meet Nora, but he refused on the grounds of work. He was not interested in this fiancee at all, and the engagement would be broken sooner or later

After returning to the room, Asher took a bath and went to sleep.

Probably because he drank a little too much tonight, Asher didn't realize there were other women in the room until he lay down.

He was slightly stunned. In the darkness, Asher could not see the woman's face. She turned over and hugged him. The girl murmured, "Good bear, don't make any noise. Just sleep."

Asher was frozen.

The woman had a very familiar smell, the same as that person...

Probably because of the alcohol, Asher didn't move, lying down with Nora and falling asleep.

At our engagement party, Eli demands I sign a hundred-thousand-dollar check to bail out his first love, Aila.

I cave, pouring everything I have into paving the way for his future.

But he pays off a nurse to slip me abortion pills, manipulates the training equipment to crush my pelvis, and causes me to hemorrhage and miscarry.

While I lie in the hospital fighting for my life, he spreads rumors about my promiscuity, burns my cherished nautical collection to ashes, and scatters them over Aila's grave.

He steps on my spine to get his acceptance letter to the top maritime academy, trading my life for his future.

After gaining power, he frames my brother, ruining his promotion to captain, and eventually tramples my entire shipping family under his feet.

I die full of resentment, only to wake up to Eli slamming his hand on the table and screaming at me. Aila is trapped in an underground club! Sign this check right now! If I don't get the money to bail her out, she's dead tonight!

To stop my fox clan from being hunted to extinction, I decided to step beyond the barrier and draw close to Derrick Carter—my childhood friend, now a top geneticist.
He hadn't forgotten me after all. For those few days, he held me locked in his arms, as though trying to make up for all the years of longing at once.
I thought there might still be a trace of warmth left in this tangled affair.
Until that night, after the pleasure had faded, he suddenly gripped the base of my tail and yanked.
He held the still-trembling tail up, weighing it in his hand.
"Audrey hasn't looked well these past few days. This should make a decent tonic."
"Derrick... please, don't do this."
"Then tell me where my parents are."
I reached back, unconsciously, and touched the empty small of my back.
Nine tails, once. Now only one remained.

It's fall break, and Mom and my sister Della Sinclair are visiting me at St. Julian's Academy.

The South Campus Arctic Biome is a landmark the Sinclair family funded years ago. It's filled with the rare arctic flowers Mom and Della have always loved. Every single time they visit, they have to go in.

That's when Kiley Croft, the girl Fletcher Waverly grew up with, pulls what she calls "a little prank." While no one's paying attention, she locks the door from the outside panel and pushes the temperature controls to maximum.

The people inside are trapped. They burn to death.

Kiley runs to Fletcher in tears, and instead of calling 911, he pulls her close and tells her:

"Hey. It's okay. It was an accident. This isn't on you."

He doesn't call me until the fire trucks show up.

"Blythe, the biome caught fire. Your mom and your sister are trapped inside."

I spin around.

Della is right next to me, sniffling and complaining about her cold. Mom is passing her tissues.

They're both completely fine.

Then who the hell is in there?

Ethan Calloway and I had been together for eight years. Married for three—or so everyone thought.
We had the ceremony. The hospital chapel, the white dress, his boss giving a toast. But we never made it to City Hall to sign the papers. He promised we would. Eighteen times.
Every time, something came up. Or rather, someone came up—his young protégée, Chloe. She needed him at the hospital. She needed him at the conference. She needed him at dinner.
I drank on his behalf at every work function. I wrote the surgical plans he presented as his own. I waited in an empty apartment while he drove her home.
The nineteenth time he tried to reschedule, I didn't argue. I didn't cry. I just booked a one-way ticket to the one city he'd never follow me to.
He made eighteen promises. I only needed to break one.

After Martina Martinez and Benjamin Walker's breakup, paparazzi captured photos of the business tycoon entering the Walker family mansion with a mysterious woman late at night.

This caused a stir, and this wealthy family was bombarded by various media outlets.

During a phone interview, the gossip reporter asked, "Miss Martinez, how do you feel now that Mr. Walker has a new girlfriend?"

Martina held her painful forehead and looked towards Benjamin, who was adjusting his suit by the floor-to-ceiling window. He gestured for her to come over and help him with his tie.

Holding her phone, Martina responded, "It's... complicated!"

The reporter's heart leaped with joy and asked, "Is it heartbroken?!"

Martina was about to nod, but Benjamin raised his eyebrows and took her phone away.

His deep and alluring voice was heard on the other end of the line, "New girlfriend? Whose?"

Missing for five years, I dragged my slightly crippled left leg back to the slums.

Only to see my once-gentle wife wearing a cheap, fraying apron, being mercilessly humiliated in front of a greasy sink.
My five-year-old son was cowering beside a pile of garbage, clutching a broken toy, trembling in fear.

A high-and-mighty tycoon slapped a three-million-dollar IOU across my face. A thug kicked a plate of rancid, rotting meat scraps to my feet, sneering, "Lick it clean, and I'll waive ten thousand in interest."

Desperate to protect me, my wife pushed me away, only to be brutally kicked into the muddy water by a bodyguard, revealing a back covered in a suffocating, horrific lattice of burn marks and whip scars.

Everyone thought I was just a crippled piece of trash—a useless man who couldn't even protect his own wife and child.
That was, until I reached into my coat and pulled out a black satellite phone that had gathered dust for five years.

"Disable Ghost Silence Protocol. Initiate full takeover."

That night, eight heavy attack helicopters tore through the clouds, blotting out the sky.
Hundreds of fully armed, elite special operatives descended from above. Dropping to one knee in the freezing mud, they roared in unison: "Welcome back, Young Master!"

The entire city’s municipal assets, the police force, the underworld—both the light and the dark—could be reduced to ashes with a single thought from me.

I took off my tattered jacket and draped it gently over my wife's trembling shoulders. Then, I crushed the tycoon's mechanical prosthetic limb with my bare hands. My voice was calm, yet it sent a chilling shockwave through everyone present:

"Three million? I just did the math on the scars you owe my wife..."
"Now, you owe me thirty billion."

My wife, Vanessa, believed her lover when he said I had hidden his daughter.
So she dragged my parents into a basement, tied them to a support column, and pointed a fake bomb at them over video call.
She wanted me to confess.
But I had nothing to confess.
When the explosion tore through the building, she still thought I was the one who had ruined everything. She came home the next day, blamed me for my mother’s death, then forced me to give blood to the child she thought I had hurt.
By the time Vanessa learned who had truly taken the girl, who had switched the device, and who had destroyed our family, I had already signed the divorce papers.
Some apologies arrive too late to open a closed door.

His hand slides up my thigh under the dinner table while our parents talk about wedding plans.

"Stop," I whisper, but my voice breaks on the word.

Damon leans close, his breath hot against my ear, his voice a low growl only I can hear. "Your heartbeat says you don't want me to stop, little wolf."

He's my stepbrother. My hockey captain. My Alpha. And the mate the Moon Goddess bound me to before I even knew I was a werewolf.

I spent years believing I was human. Then his golden eyes found mine across a crowded rink, and something inside me woke up—something hungry, wild, and desperate for him. Now we steal moments in the dark, his body pinning mine against locker room walls, his teeth grazing the spot on my neck where his mark belongs. One bite and I'm his forever. One slip and our families shatter.

But the bond doesn't care about consequences. It pulls me to his bed, to his truck, to the deep woods where he teaches me to shift and I teach him to be gentle. Every full moon, the ache to complete the bond gets worse. Every secret kiss tastes like a goodbye we're too weak to say.

And now there's a second heartbeat inside me. His pup.

The pack will call it an abomination. Our parents will call it a betrayal. But when Damon presses his palm to my belly and whispers, "You're mine, Sky. Both of you. Let the world burn," I know I'll risk everything for him.

Because some bonds aren't meant to be hidden. Some are meant to start a war.

“Arghh! What if someone sees us, Aria?”
Aria looked at the man who moved carefully on her, “Mmhm… I don't care about that, I want you! And that’s final.”
“Then that's all I need!”


“Promise me you won’t tell my father.”
Lucian’s jaw tightened, his piercing blue eyes locked to mine. “We can't keep doing this Aria.”
But we both knew we would.
Because this wasn’t just a mistake—it had become an addiction.
And addictions always had consequences.
But will this Addiction bring them Doom or Bloom?

#Daily updates!

Blurb:

We're playing a dangerous game, sneaking around in a place where we could easily be caught. I think that's part of the thrill .

One hot mess. One hot boss. One too many hot encounters.
A company policy: no dating of work colleagues.

A passion unresistable.

Blurb:

This year has been real harsh , seems like am kinda jinxed or something. I know you might think I'm just making things up but seriously, it's true.Am like a Walking talking ticking hot mess!

Not only does my name literally means "unfortunate," but that's the story of my life.
Everything I touch suddenly turns to crap.

Moved out of the studio I shared with my ex for cheating -means I'm living back at home with my teenage like parents,with me acting like the grown up adult .

Which is why I need my new job as personal assistant to Damien Boyce to get back on my feet. Three months in this job and I can move back out and, hopefully start afresh.

Ahem.
On paper, my job is easy. Make coffee. Book appointments. Keep everything in order.

Am like his secretary, pretty sure it's a simple task .
Until I walk in on my boss, half-naked, wearing nothing but dangerous and sexy smiles added with a hot sexy desire.
Now, nothing is easy–except this sudden scorching burn of mutual attraction
But he’s my boss!

you know what they say about mixing work and pleasure:

It never ends well.

Except am I willing to risk losing my job.

it’s just not worth it?

Or is it?

“I didn’t do it, Bella,” Leo said, his voice shaking. “She set me up.”

But Bella had already seen enough to break her heart forever.

One week before her wedding, Bella walks into a luxury hotel suite expecting her first night with the man she loves — Leo, the struggling dreamer she stood by for years when he had nothing.

Instead, she finds him in bed with her best friend, Ciara — half-naked, drunk, and moaning Bella’s name while Ciara moved on top of him.

Heart shattered, Bella rips off her engagement ring and walks away, determined never to look back.

The man she sacrificed everything for… and the best friend she trusted like a sister… both destroyed her in the cruelest way.

But the truth wasn’t that simple.

Leo was not who she thought he was — not just a man, not just a fiancé. And that night in the hotel room… something about it didn’t add up.

Ciara didn’t betray her out of jealousy alone. She planned it.

Now Bella is trying to rebuild her life, but Leo refuses to disappear. He keeps showing up — silent, intense, broken — like a man desperate to fix something she doesn’t want to remember.

Even when Bella tries to forget Leo, he keeps appearing in her life. And every time he gets close, something inside her reacts.

A pull she can’t resist and a fire she can’t explain. And a connection her heart keeps denying, even as her body betrays her.

Is a stay-at-home wife just a maid in her marriage?

I say: Absolutely not.

I worked late just to buy my daughter a birthday cake.
But when I got home, I accidentally heard her on the phone with another woman.

She was ashamed of me, called me a maid, and begged that woman to act as her family member at the parent-teacher conference.

Later I found out my husband had been with that woman all along.
Hidden inside my daughter’s watch was a small group chat with just the three of them.

My own daughter said she hated me and planned to drive me away.
And my husband let it all happen.

My heart was completely broken.
On my birthday, I signed the divorce papers and left home quietly.

After leaving, I discovered a much bigger world and achieved my dreams.

But their lives fell completely apart.

Naïve heiress. Devoted wife. Betrayed. Everything she loved was a lie.
Iris had always believed that staying away from the power struggles tied to her last name would secure her happily ever after.
In her first life, she handed over her inheritance, her company, and her trust to the man she loved—only to discover he was selling everything behind her back.
Before she could stop him, her own sister silenced her forever.
When Iris opens her eyes again, it’s the day after her boyfriend proposed to her and she learns her father named her his successor.
This time, she doesn’t run.
She sets her sights on the very thing that destroyed her—the company.
To take control, she turns to a man everyone fears. Cold. Brilliant. Ruthless.
Nicholas Ashford.
He teaches her how to read contracts like weapons, how to smile in boardrooms while cornering enemies, and how to win without mercy.
But as their alliance deepens and Iris learns the art of power and deception, she begins to realize something far more dangerous…
Nicholas Ashford never trains queens.
Only pawns.

Ella is running from a past that she doesn't want to be found out by anyone until she meets Nikolas Zuk and she starts working for him what happens when they fall for each other?

One reckless night. Two rival billionaires. A morning after with no memory, a pregnancy with no answers, and a shocking secret that threatens to destroy everything.
Caught between a ruthless CEO and his charismatic rival, Annabella must untangle a web of lies to protect her unborn child. But when the truth behind her parents' death comes to light, she’ll discover that her one beautiful mistake is a deeper betrayal than she ever imagined.

In my past life, my wife was in a car accident and became a vegetable.

I bankrupted myself trying to save her, going from billionaire to homeless vagrant.

When I finally died mysteriously in prison, I understood the truth:

My wife had been faking her coma all along. She wanted to steal my fortune with her lover—my own brother.

But now I've been reborn.

"Since she's already dead, let's harvest all her organs for donation," I told the doctor.