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I'm Ailee and the princess of the largest most feared Irish Mafia and next in line for the thrown. I'm known as the Ice Queen because of my ruthlessness towards my enemies. I came to the Renegades to find my father and get his bone marrow to save my life. I don't need anything else from him ort his club. That is until the resident cowboy catches my eye. He says I'm his but can our world's collide without a deadly expulsion?

I'm Lug Nut and from the moment I see a picture of Ailee I know she is mine. I will make sure that her father saves her life so she can be in mine. Our worlds are as different as they can be but that isn't going to stop me from claiming what is mine. When a baby is suddenly dropped in my lap will Ailee stay by my side or will it be too much. This cowboy Renegade will to whatever it takes to keep Ailee and the baby that his only blood family left.

“Celine was like a drug—a drug I willingly wanted to overdose on, even though I knew I could die from it.”

"She was like a forcefield—a magnetic pull I couldn't help being drawn to."


Antonio Gray—Italian business mogul slash mafia don—is all shades of morally gray. With one foot in the corporate world and the other in the underworld, he is known for his ruthlessness, and taking a life without as much as flinching. He’s foreign to weakness and doesn't form attachments, until his path collides with Celine, a woman lost in a world where peace was a luxury she couldn't afford.

She's fire; fierce, relentless, impossible to contain. He's ice; cold, hard, impossible to break. But when fire meets ice, one of them will have to surrender.

One fateful night, when Celine is in need of a saviour, he pulls her back from the edge, becoming her only lifeline. But little did she know she was digging her own grave.

A contract is forged at gunpoint, and one signature becomes a lifetime sentence, forcing her into Antonio's dark world of danger, violence and bloodshed.

Although their marriage was just meant to be a name on paper, his motives might not be entirely pure, and she too might just be hiding a secret that could burn them both.

What starts off as a fiery clash between the two ignites into desire, obsession, and a passion as intoxicating as it is deadly, and a beautiful love story blooms from the ashes, blurring the line between morals and love.

While true love was never meant to be part of the deal, what happens when they fall helplessly? And when secrets and enemies from the past come lurking, will their love be able to stand the test of time?

The night a gunman opens fire in her diner, she doesn’t think—she acts.

She shoves him.

She survives.

But that single moment pulls her into the violent world of the Russian Bratva—and into the arms of a man as dangerous as the empire he commands.

In his world, loyalty is everything.

And she’s about to belong to him

"We have women here for anything you desire. Go! Have fun! Pick a demon and have a good time.”

“What if I want the devil instead?” He saw her lips part slightly. He’d caught her off guard.

“You are quite persistent aren’t you.?” He smiled. “Only when I see something I really want.”

Her lips parted again, out of slight shock. “I don’t participate in the activities occurring outside.” Noah stood, and leaned into her.

“That’s not what I asked. You said pick who I wanted and have a good time. What if I pick you? Do I get my wish…or does even the devil have hard limits?”

Queen of the Succubus Lilith has three boyfriends (the infamous three) and a successful hotel in the mortal world that holds a dark secret. Weekly, it holds an event called the Rubicon. A night where anything goes between selected human men and succubae. Never one to participate, Lilith meets Noah, a man whose face says innocent but demeanor screams sinful. Completely enamored with Lilith, Noah makes it his mission to be with her. With the help of the infamous three, can he convince Lilith to make room in her heart for a fourth?
(DARK COMEDY ) (REVERSE HAREM) (MATURE)

After losing control due to alcohol, I slept with the guy next door.
He was an incredibly responsible man. When he sobered up, he proposed to me.
Later, I found out that the woman he loved most had gone abroad that night.
So, I hid my deep love for him and played the role of a perfect, obedient wife in the wealthy family.
In countless quiet nights, we were in perfect sync, yet we kept our distance, never crossing boundaries.
My friends all said I could never leave him. I thought so too.
Until one day, I found his second phone.

Andre Kim has a plan. To Finish his final year of university. Lead his team to a championship. Get drafted into the NHL. Only to fall catastrophically in love with his best friend's boyfriend.
That last part was not in the plan.

When a burst pipe floods his dorm and leaves him with one reassignment option sharing a room with Dylan, science genius, amateur boxer, and the single most beautiful person Andre has ever seen in his life he tells himself he can handle it. It's just proximity. It's just inconvenient timing. It's just the fact that Dylan doesn't even know who he is, despite wearing his name and number on the back of a custom glitter jacket.

"Fuck.."I moan as my feverish skin makes me dizzy with lust.
[Yes.] "Evet, Mila. You make me want to ravage you when I should be disgusted by the thought of even touching you." He mutters.
"But I'm not. Instead, everything about you makes me mad with desire and I can not control it. God's, I tried to but I don't want to anymore." He removes his hand from the wall, wrapping his fingers around my jaw and he forces me to stare up at him.
"You've already had a taste of me and one taste is all you get." I swallow loudly, throwing his words back at him.

Laura Brown was a plain nerd in the most prestigious high school in New York City, mocked for her looks and bullied for her poverty.

But when she is betrayed and loses everything she held dear. Her dignity. Her future. Even her memories… she swore to get revenge on everyone that hurt her.

Eight years later, she reappears as a tech empire queen. A Billionairess.

Untouchable. Powerful.

No longer the weak nerd they could hurt so easily, but the woman that will ruin them. One by one.

“You are to marry the king, Rinoa.” Those words from my father changed my life.

Cillian was my world — the reason my sun set and the flowers bloomed. But our twisted fate was cruel and unfair.

On the verge of his death, I asked the Gods to trade places with him, to let me die in his stead.
I’m cursed to meet Cillian in every lifetime. In the last one, if he doesn’t remember me, I’ll turn into foam — fading away, forgotten, gone.

In my final life, he was my boss — arrogant, ruthless, and cold. But this time, I’m no longer the woman he once deserved.
I plan to live my life away from the chains of our forgotten love.
But fate is never kind. He needs me more than ever.

Should I risk it all again just to call him mine?
Should I set myself on fire only to feel his warmth?

Time was never my ally.
And I stand at the edge — torn between loving him again or finally being free.

Can our love endure the viciousness of history and time?
I have to choose… even if it means losing it all, or finally letting him go.

Warning ###This story contains explicit sexual content, coarse language, and potentially provocative scenes. Viewer discretion is advised.###
Benjamin is an elite assassin, undertaking a top-secret mission amidst the turmoil of war, a mission that symbolizes the highest honor for any assassin. However, during a critical moment of his assignment, Benjamin receives a call from home—his father has died under mysterious circumstances, shrouded in a colossal secret. Hastily returning to investigate his father's death, he is astonished to find his first obstacle is an alluring woman he must now call 'stepmother.' Could this beautiful, sensuous, and youthful stepmother be connected to his father's untimely demise? Confronted with her misunderstandings, which path should Benjamin choose? This dilemma demands profound contemplation from him.

I watched my fiancé put a bullet through my parents' heads before he blew my brains out—so why am I staring at my own funeral on the car radio?

"Splash!" The icy water woke me up to a nightmare. I had been tied to a chair in a godforsaken warehouse for three days without food or water.

Standing before me was Kurt, the man I was supposed to marry, and clinging to his arm was Vera, my best friend of seven years. They didn't just kidnap me; they drained my billionaire empire dry.

"Let's just kill her and get it over with!" Vera pouted, playing with my fiancé's chest.

I refused to beg. I promised them the Vaughn family would skin them alive. But Kurt just laughed, snapping his fingers. Thugs dragged my parents in and threw them to the blood-soaked floor. Before I could even scream, Kurt pulled the trigger. Two bullets. Two dead bodies.

"NO!!!" I thrashed against the ropes, tearing my skin to the bone. Kurt just smiled, pointed the gun at my forehead, and whispered, "I never loved you."

Boom. A gaping red hole in my head. Darkness.

But then… I jerked awake.

I wasn't in hell. I was in the passenger seat of a moving car, looking into a rearview mirror at a face that wasn't mine. Black hair, striking green eyes.

"Have you gone deaf, you stupid country bumpkin?!" my new "step-sister" screeched from the driver's seat. "You're marrying into the Graves family today as a substitute! You're marrying the paralyzed vegetable, Lucian Graves!"

My heart stopped. Lucian Graves? My biggest, most ruthless rival in the business world?

The radio crackled: "Breaking News: Heiress Elara Vaughn and her parents found brutally murdered..."

I touched my new face as a vicious, bloodthirsty smile spread across my lips. Kurt. Vera. You thought you killed the Queen. But I've just been reborn.

And my new, comatose husband is going to help me destroy you.

It was supposed to be a bet to make her fall in love with him, break her, and humiliate her in public as revenge for his best friend, but that playboy, Henry, never knew that the hunter would be hunted and she would be the one who broke his heart into a million pieces.
But none of them will win this bet.

“So, you say you liked me from afar? But I have never met you even once before!” Elissa stood up, confused. He seemed more like a stalker, but he was handsome as hell, and seemed to be from a powerful and wealthy background; she just couldn’t end it simply.

He stepped closer, leaning to her ear and saying with his husky, hot manly voice, “You didn’t see me. But I have been watching every step of yours. I know your….”

He paused, then continued with a smirk, “I know every inch of your body.”

She jumped back, looking into his eyes, searching for the lies, but he didn’t seem a liar. She gulped nervously, “How and … what…” she stuttered.

But he pulled her close to his chest, “What do I want from you?” he moved his hand on her waist down to her hip, then said, “Of course I want to sleep with you!”

Even so, she was scared, but she, without hesitation, pushed him with all her strength and slapped his face, saying angrily, “Sleep my ass! In your dreams”

His eyes glowed with interest. No girl ever rejected him and slapped him boldly. He muttered before she could leave, “I will. We will. Very soon.”

"Do you know why you lost?"
My sister smiled as I lay dying.
"Because I came back first."
She was reborn.
She knew the future.
She stole my family, my fiancé, and the life that should have been mine.
But when I opened my eyes, I was back at the beginning.
And this time—
I'm reborn too.
She stole my future once.
She won't get a second chance.

I was the "fake" heiress, kicked out half an hour before my engagement. They thought I’d rot in a poor countryside town. Little did they know, my biological family was a dynasty of hidden billionaires, and I was a master art restorer and martial artist.
My ex-fiancé, the arrogant billionaire Gavin, suddenly broke his new engagement just to chase me.
Pinned against his car door under the rain, his eyes burned into mine. "Flora, will you give me a chance to be with you?"
I smirked, pushing him back. "Let's see if you can keep up."
But my glamorous new life took a dark turn when my cousin was kidnapped, and the ransom call came straight to me. The kidnapper knew my secret identity... but who is pulling the strings in the shadows?

Evelyn Mitchell thought love meant sacrifice—until the man she married turned her into a ghost in her own home. Married for three years, ignored, humiliated, and blamed for a tragedy she didn’t cause, Evelyn is shattered when she learns she's pregnant with Fabian's child—the same man who loves her sister, Gina.
As secrets unravel and betrayal cuts deeper, Evelyn must decide: stay silent and disappear, or fight for the child she never thought she'd have… and the dignity she refuses to lose.
In a world where loyalty is twisted and love is weaponized, how far will one forgotten wife go to protect what's hers?

I suffered from a severe congenital heart defect.

And my mother, Jamie, had terminal bone cancer.

My family was not a happy one. It marked the third year since my father, Nelson, had openly and unapologetically betrayed their marriage.

That morning, my mother swallowed a handful of painkillers and forced herself to stand up from her wheelchair.

She asked her best friend, Zoey, who was also my attending physician, to forge a medical report.

Zoey trembled with anger, her tears dropping heavily onto the paper.

"Jamie, are you crazy? Your bones are being eaten away by cancer cells every single day. You're in so much pain you bang your head against the wall all night. Why would you fake a clean bill of health?"

"Do you think that bastard Nelson will change his mind and come back to you just because you pretend to be healthy?"

Five years ago, my family burned to death in an "accident."

My loving husband Clifford signed the papers himself—shipped me off to a mental institution without a second thought.

Inside, Becky carved up my face with shattered glass. The same orphan I'd put through school. Then she rebuilt herself to match my features and stole my life—my husband, my son, everything.

Now she marched into the clinic where I scrub floors, dragging my biological child behind her, demanding I apologize to him like some servant.

She has no idea what kind of monster she created.

Arianna:

The day was meant to be filled with joy and love, but he twisted it into a nightmare. I'm still searching for what I could have done to deserve his anger. He forced me to swear to never appear before him again, and I obeyed... until now.

XANDER:

She was everything to me, the very essence of my existence. But then it all fell apart. The night before we were to unite forever, I discovered her betrayal and saw her true colors. Broken, I severed all ties and made her promise to vanish from my life. For two years, she stayed away... until now.

Is it a sin, a forbidden love… when two cousins find their hearts drawn to each other?

Does that make Cathy and Adrian sinners when they cannot resist the temptation between them?

Cathy Stewart had always thought that stepping into adulthood meant freedom and new beginnings, until her cousin Adrian coker arrived. He was calm, confident, and impossibly handsome.

he shouldn’t make her heart race… But yet every glance, every touch pulled her in, stirring feelings she knew were forbidden.

Adrian felt the same. They couldn’t resist, even though they knew it was wrong.

How far can desire go when it’s forbidden? How long can they deny themselves when every stolen look and accidental touch sparks longing? How long before they cross the line, giving in to a passion they shouldn’t feel?

It’s a love that’s forbidden, and a desire that could destroy their family’s reputation and image.

What happens when love is at stake, and the heart fights what the mind knows is wrong?

"Claiming your destiny as the Wolf Queen, are you?" Kai smirked, tilting my chin up to seal the words with a predatory kiss.

"Not just queen—I could wreck you," I shot back, chin high.

His laughter rumbled like thunder as he flashed our matching royal marks, crushing me against his chest. Expert fingers slipped beneath my regal gown, reducing me to gasps as they teased my clit, silk skirts riding up in obscene disarray.

"Then prove it, my queen," he growled against my ear, teeth grazing the sensitive shell. "Let's fuck our way into eternity."

I, Stella, Beta-daughter of Alaska's Frostmoon Clan, once believed my soulmate could only be the Alpha's son—the boy who'd loved me since childhood. But fate spat in my face when he bonded with my dearest friend.

On their wedding night, loners slaughtered my parents. The Alaskan wilderness became my sole companion, its icy peaks the witnesses to my ruin.

Yet this was merely the first trial. My ancient blood sings of destiny untold. My storm-sense makes me invincible in battle. Hear this well—my legend begins precisely where their happiness ended.

"You're an omega?!" he asks gruffly.

I shake my head quickly, "N-no, sir!"

I don't know how I got here, in this moment. I tremble slightly. Because I can FEEL Mr. Logan's pheromones. I've never felt pheromones before in my life, so don't ask me how I know that that's what this is I'm feeling. But I feel them brush over me like a physical touch. I tremble again.
"Look at you shaking like a leaf in the wind."
"You're responding to my pheromones. If you were a beta, how would that be happening?"
I shake my head again, "No s-sir, I'm a beta! I don't know what's going on; this has never happened before!"
Mr. Logan leans in close, running his nose up my neck. He grips my neck lightly as he says, "Tell me, if you're not an omega, why do you smell so fucking good?"

Liam Payne is an Omega; however, that wasn't something he was aware of. He's lived his life as a beta, but that all changes when he starts to work for Chase Logan. Chase Logan is a rich, powerful, dominant alpha. After just a month working with Chase, the changes in Liam are becoming noticeable. This is problematic because Chase dislikes omegas, does not want them working for him, or even near him. So what will happen when Chase notices the changes? Will he believe Liam when Liam tells him he really didn't know he was an omega?

TW: Attempted SA, R*pe

It's a slow burn story!

When the alpha of the black moon pack is attacked by a group of rouges, he never expected for anyone to help him specially his mate. One who is hiding a secret and is as unique as him.
Will they find love within each other of be torn apart by some one unexpected.

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

Isabel Penelope Miller has one rule: never fall in love.

After being humiliated by her first boyfriend, Isabel decided to swear off romance for good.

Ten years later, she's perfected the art of being single.

Then a ridiculously handsome stranger appears in her bookstore claiming he's a magical Cupid.

Naturally, Isabel assumes he's crazy.

Edward J. Eros has been sent from a hidden magical world with one mission: make Isabel believe in love again. He's been doing this for centuries, and he's never failed a human before.

But every romantic love match he arranges for her ends in complete disaster.

The more Edward tries to understand the woman who seems determined to remain alone, the more he discovers that the woman may have a magical destiny of her own and the more dangerously close he gets to falling for her himself.

But there's a law even a Cupid cannot break: Never fall in love with your charge.

Because if Edward loves Isabel, he might lose everything that makes him immortal.

She’s the fashion world’s fiercest storm—Zephyra Lione, the woman who turns scandal into power and enemies into ashes. He’s the billionaire who doesn’t need to raise his voice to end a career—Kairo Draven, cold, commanding, and untouchable.
When a public scandal threatens to destroy them both, they strike a dangerous deal: a fake marriage, perfectly curated to fool the world and protect their empires. One year. No love. No real touch. Only the illusion of passion. But every photoshoot becomes a power struggle. Every whispered word drips with tension. Behind the flash of cameras and polished smiles, they fight for control—and somewhere between the staged kisses and midnight standoffs, lines blur.
Then their secret contract leaks. The world learns the truth, and everything they built shatters overnight. Betrayal cuts deeper than either expected. Pride turns to obsession. And the only thing more dangerous than their hatred… is the fire neither of them can extinguish.
Because their perfect lie started a war—and surrender was never an option.

He screamed in despair, furious about the small clause in Müller's will (marriage) that had halted what was already destined. After waiting two years to determine who would inherit everything, Adal Müller found himself desperately searching for the perfect candidate who could help him achieve his goal of "completely obtaining the inheritance."

In a fit of desperation, he asked his secretary to marry him, assuring her that it would be temporary. However, she refused, confessing that she planned to marry her boyfriend and was not interested in his lucrative proposal. Yet, all was not lost. She had a brilliant idea: introducing him to a friend who might be willing to accept his proposal in exchange for money.

Who is this friend? Who is Gisela Fischer? Would she agree to marry the great magnate Adal Müller?

The secretary continued to reassure him, promising that her friend would accept, and both would win; one would gain the entire inheritance, and the other would receive the extra money she needed.

Two truths and one lie.
I gave my hot boss a blowjob.
I'm a stripper when I'm not working as a secretary.
My boss is an irritating, self-centred narcissistic dickhead that no one wants to work with.
Oh wait. I forgot to add the lie.
Hazel Montgomery has survived five years as the only secretary Alan Wood couldn't break. She's memorised his schedule, smoothed over his disasters, and learned exactly how dangerous it is to be noticed by a man who treats people like toys.
So when she finally quits, she expects freedom. She gets an ultimatum instead.
"If you want your life back, Hazel... you need to marry me."
Excuse you?!
"By tomorrow. You need to marry me tomorrow."
A six-month contract. A billionaire's inheritance war. And a man who doesn't understand the word no, not when it comes to his company, his legacy, or the one woman he's decided belongs to him. Hazel signed to save her future. She never expected to lose her heart to the same monster she swore she'd escape.
But the cruelest truth? The real lie was never about her boss at all. It was about how badly she wanted to believe he could change.

He has dark hair with very beautiful blue eyes, a cold and charismatic person.

I often see his work which is very good and my favorite, a painting of a toddler girl in a pink dress.

I thought it was an ordinary painting, but not for people who claim to know his dark past.

They say, the toddler painting is a manifestation of his mental illness which has an affinity for young children.

Levi William Stanley or Adam Joseph McCartney, a sadistic killer who had the heart to brutally murder his parents when he was 12 years old.

However, I couldn't believe the rumors. How could someone as handsome and great as him is a murderer?

People say, don't look at a book by its cover. But, is it true that my favorite lecturer is a murderer?

For months, my stepsister Mia stole my taste, my nutrition, and my vitality with a mysterious system. While I wasted away to skin and bones, she glowed brighter, stole my career, and took my fiancé.
She thought she could feed on me forever.
But she forgot her fatal allergy. I turned every meal into her poison.
I starved her system, broke her perfect facade, and took back everything she stole. Now the parasite is dying… and I’m alive again.

Lucille was one of the most skilled female assassins, and on the previous night, she embarked on a top-secret mission. However, the mission's details were leaked, leading to her untimely demise at the hands of a traitorous companion. She never discovered the identity of the person who betrayed her before her death. But by some miracle, she was granted a new life, and was reborn as a girl with the same name. Determined to uncover the truth and seek revenge for her family, Lucille seized her second chance at life. She planned to avenge her loved ones. However, her plans were complicated by Joseph, an apparently frail man who was actually skilled in martial arts. And he seemed to fall for her deeply, now this newfound knowledge only added to the complications of Lucille's revenge plan...

"Strip her naked and throw her in a dog cage."
When Vincent Sterling gave the order, Serena clutched her stomach in despair: "I'm carrying your baby!"
Vincent just lit a cigarette, watching coldly as the bodyguard’s boot slammed into her belly. "Get rid of it. I don't want anything filthy."
That night, to avenge his childhood sweetheart, Vincent personally killed his own flesh and blood, trampling his wife—whom he had loved for ten years—into the mud.
Later, the truth came to light.
The so-called "infidelity videos" are AI-generated, and the manipulative woman's pain is self-perpetuated.
Seeing the signed divorce agreement and the blood-stained ring, the arrogant Vincent went completely mad.
He knelt in the pouring rain for three days and nights, begging her to come back.
This time, Serena sat in her wheelchair, gazing down at him with an icy, detached gaze.
"Vincent, I don't hate you, but I hate you for being filthy."

"You are mine. You can't run away from me!"
"I succeed because I don't trust men."

Viola, a country girl goes to New York alone for true love, but her beloved husband Orlando betrays her. Penniless, she took the divorce agreement and left this sad place.

A few years later, the country girl turned into a billionaire, and her ex-husband tried to get back together with her.

He was my boss and then my downfall. I gave Alan Wood five years of my life. Five years of taking his calls, running his empire, and putting up with his cold orders and smug smirks.And one night? I almost gave him a hell of a lot more.Now I’m locked in a twisted deal I never saw coming.I don’t know what’s worse, his secrets, his control, or how badly I still want him.

Dirk wakes up in a magical world with low stats and a bag full of ordinary Earth items. He completes strange quests, gains friends, and uncovers secrets, others begin to realize his hidden power is far beyond anything the realm has ever seen. While Dirk believes he's weak, the truth is—he might be the strongest of them all.

In this apocalyptic world of extreme heat, I fight for water in the underground black market, and I risk my life to hoard supplies.
My internet-famous roommate enjoyed my efforts while hiding in the air-conditioned room, panting softly in front of three fill lights: "We need to slow down and reconcile with nature."
Later, she stole my supplies and sold them to drug lords, causing me to be roasted alive on the riverbed.
After being reborn, I turned and left.
"Don't you like a slow-paced life? Stay here and enjoy it."
The end times have only just begun.

One hundred years married to Everett, and I've learned one thing: whenever he wants to push me into a corner, he throws the mate bond dissolution agreement in my face. Whenever my parents want me to cave, they hold the family name over my head.

They've always wanted the same thing — for me to hand over everything I have to my twin sister Rosalie, who's been sick her whole life.

I've fought it. I've grieved over it.

But when the doctor slid the diagnosis across the desk — Blood Depletion Syndrome, late stage, less than two weeks left — something in me just went quiet.

What's the point of fighting when you're already dead?

Cancer was supposed to be my death sentence. Instead, it became my liberation.

I thought I had it all—wealth, status, a picture-perfect life in Greenwich's elite circles. Then came the diagnosis that would change everything: six months to live. But facing my final chapter, I uncovered a truth more devastating than any terminal illness—the man sleeping beside me was slowly killing my soul.

When you have nothing left to lose, you discover exactly how powerful you can become.

The day I secured the finale at New York Fashion Week, my adopted sister was in a car crash that left her completely blind.
And so began a ruthless campaign to destroy my life.
Listening to me prepare for the runway, she touched her heavy gauze bandages and wept bitterly. "You're so brilliant, Valora. Not like me... I'm just a useless, blind burden."
To placate her, our brother burned my core design sketches to ashes.
On the day of the show, my finale haute couture gown was maliciously slashed to ribbons. My reputation was left in ruins, and every single sponsor pulled their funding.
Later, she live-streamed her suicide attempt from a rooftop, sobbing that a disabled girl like her didn't deserve to be loved.
My husband dropped to one knee in front of the entire world and slipped the custom diamond ring—my ring—onto her finger.
That very night, I was dead-bolted inside my roaring, fire-engulfed studio.
With toxic smoke searing my lungs, I dialed my husband's number for help, only to be met with his frustrated, impatient voice:
"Serafina is blind! The fire alarms have her terrified! Stop being so damn petty and jealous right now!"
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of her accident. The day she faked her blindness.

At my boyfriend's exhibition party, I went into anaphylactic shock after eating the cake Mia handed me.
I stumbled, reaching for my EpiPen, only for Mia to snatch it out of my hand and crush it under her heel.
"Give... it back..." I choked out, grabbing onto my boyfriend's arm.
He just shook me off, disgusted. "Chloe, can you stop being so dramatic? It's not that big a deal."
"Yeah, Mia's basically family," one of his friends chimed in. "You're being way too jealous and controlling."
Nobody was listening to me anymore.
With the last of my strength, I pressed down on the hidden button on the side of my watch — the one I'd never had to use before.

Hazel Foster had been married with Rayan Kingston for three years. Even though Hazel knows that Rayan had only married her because her face looked like his dead girlfriend Evleyn Hamper, she still tried her best to maintain her marriage, because she loved him and believed that maybe one day he also fall in love with her.
However, one day Rayan's ex-girlfriend sister's Oliver Hamper kidnapped Hazel and she almost lost her life, but her so-called husband didn't even come to visit at hospital even once, but asked his assistant Simon to warn Hazel not to cause trouble for him.
Hearing assistant's words, Hazel heart turned cold. Just then her phone buzzed. Olivia had posted a new photo on Instagram.
In the picture, Rayan was carrying her upstairs in his arms—like a scene from some romantic movie. You couldn’t see his face, only his back, but Hazel knew that silhouette anywhere. After three years of marriage, she could recognize him by the way his shoulders moved. That was her husband. The man she’d once believed was hers.
The caption read:
“Twisted my ankle, and someone insisted on carrying me.”
Below, the comments flooded in:
“So sweet!”
“Couple goals!”
“Perfect together!”
Hazel’s hands trembled. Tears stung her eyes. While she’d been fighting for her life, her husband had been playing lover to another woman.
She wiped her tears away quickly. He wasn’t worth it. Not a single drop.
Without hesitation, she called her friend. She didn’t explain much—just asked her to prepare divorce papers. She realized that it was time for her to leave this so-called marriage.


At the courthouse.
Hazel held the divorce certificate and left with her held high. Rayan looked at her back, and sneered, thinking she will certainly regret it and come to him soon.
However, what he didn't know was that the one who was going to regret was not her, but him.

Flora Everhart discovers her husband’s affair on their anniversary, an unpleasant sight for the eyes and it shatters her world. In the aftermath, she encounters Marcus, her estranged brother-in-law, only for him to be critically injured protecting her from the mistress. As Flora faces heartbreak and betrayal, the Moon Goddess Selene offers her a second chance—traveling between worlds to collect life force by living out the fates of women who died tragically. Flora soon uncovers a powerful secret: Marcus’s soul is scattered across dimensions. As Flora’s journey begins, she must choose between love and redemption, and the price of both.

I spent fifteen years taking beatings in the Bronx hellhole — beatings meant for my mother.
She's a Manhattan heiress now. Chanel suits, a daughter on her arm, and eyes full of disgust whenever they land on my hollowed-out frame.
"You're just like your disgusting father. A sewer rat. You've always reeked of something rotten."
What she doesn't know: on that rainy night fifteen years ago, I wrapped my arms around that man's legs and let him kick me half to death, so she could run.
What she also doesn't know: the tumor in my stomach has spread. I won't survive the winter.
I'd made my peace with dying alone, quietly, so I wouldn't disturb the perfect life she'd built. I swallowed the blood rising in my throat and started walking toward the dark.
Then came the dinner party, a few months later. Her daughter shoved me off a second-floor balcony.
I hit the ground at her feet like a broken doll. Dark red blood flooded across her white heels.
I watched the color drain from her face. With the last breath I had, I apologized.
"Don't be scared. This piece of garbage won't dirty your eyes anymore."

My twin sister and I were born on the same day. She got the love. I got the debt.
Some doctor told my parents I stole Colette's immune system in the womb, and after that, the rule was simple: every time she got sick, I had to hurt worse. Fever meant the basement. Below freezing, no blanket, no socks, door padlocked from the outside.
I was seventeen and I weighed under seventy pounds. My teeth were coming loose. My hair was falling out.
Then, on the coldest night of the year, something moved behind the cracked mirror in the basement. A man in a tailcoat. He said he could give me anything, as long as I could pay.
All I wanted was a blanket and a piece of bread.
He asked what I had left to trade.
I didn't have anything. So I offered him my last years.

Some call me their worst nightmare.
Most fear me. Most scream when they see me.

And I smile — because their fear is the one thing I have always trusted.

Until she came along and refused to give me either.

I am Alcander. The most feared Alpha alive. I took Jenna the way I take everything — because she is MINE to want, and wanting has always been justification enough. I did not expect her to stay herself inside a life I built to erase her. I did not expect to care.

I did not expect to lose her.

And so I raised my son in my own image — sealed against softness, armoured against love — certain I was protecting him.

Certain I was not simply passing the wound.

This is a story of cycles. Of hurt, forgiveness, love, and loss. A story that begins with the father —

and must be finished by the son.

Oscar Cepa is said to be a sick man who won't live past the age of 30. All the women in S City are afraid to marry him, exept Gardenia Soth.
After their wedding, everyone is waiting to see Gardenia ends up a miserable life, but instead, the new couple shows their sweet interactions to others over and over again.
Oscar, at 30, is not only alive, but he's prospered as a multi-national tycoon and Gardenia's darling.
Someone asks, "Mr Cepa, why are you so henpecked?" "Because she's a top level black belt in Taekwondo. I can't beat her."
Another asks their children, "Do you think your mom is good enough for your dad?" "You should ask if my dad, an old man with just a bit of dirty money, is he good enough for my mom, a beautiful, sexy, rich and talented international comic artist."

A year ago, elite figure skater Elena Vance was the crown jewel of national athletics. Then came the terrifying jump, that ended with a surgical steel holding her right ankle together. Now, battling chronic pain and terrifying anxiety, she’s returning for one last shot at the World Championship qualifiers. She has zero room for error and zero patience for distractions.

Julian Cruz: star center and smug captain of the university’s hockey team.

When arena maintenance forces the figure skating team to share prime ice time with the hockey team, Elena’s comeback is thrown into chaos. Julian takes up her space, mocks her rigid routines, and pushes every single one of her buttons. But when Julian catches her secretly practicing in pain late at night. he makes a secret deal with her: he’ll teach her explosive hockey power-skating drills to rebuild her ankle’s power, if she helps him master the agile footwork he needs for the NHL draft.

Behind locked doors, late night friction turns into white hot attraction. But in a world driven by ruthless rivals, media scrutiny, and strict athletic rules, loving each other could cost them both their dreams. Elena must decide: is relying on someone else a fatal weakness, or the exact power she needs to take flight?

With her terminal diagnosis, Maya fled to Urvik in the north. She didn’t want treatment; she just wanted to find a quiet place to spend her final days.
Then she met Erik. This taciturn man always had burning-hot palms. He fed her wild berries, took her running, and taught her to row. Strangely, her pain faded away, even her painkillers gathered dust.
The days were calm until the night of the full moon when Erik stood in the moonlight, naked, with a lingering silver-gray sheen visible on his shoulder blades.
Maya saw him and ran.
If he was a wolf, then what were all the miracles she had dared not to question over the past two months?
Was their fate redemption or another kind of abyss?

I knelt on the ground as my husband forcefully pried my fingers from his clothing, coldly uttering the words: "Get rid of this child."

This was my third child, a flesh and blood connection to him, yet for the sake of the white moonlight in a wheelchair, he plunged me into the depths of hell.

My in-laws remained indifferent, my husband betrayed me, and even my own parents cried out, “This child cannot be kept.”

I could not comprehend why a stranger confined to a wheelchair could dictate the fate of my child with a single phrase. Why did she, each time she entered that church, seal my child's fate?

It was not until the day she perished in a self-immolation within the church that I stepped inside and truly understood. Her confession, my loss, our collective suffering—all were intricately woven into a carefully orchestrated scheme spanning over a decade.