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I bit my lip, trying to think of an answer. “It’s not that—”
A gasp left my lips as he grabbed the back of my neck tightly. His lips were dangerously close to my ears now. When I dared to look at him, my heart stopped for a second.
“You’re a fake, aren’t you?”
...
Vivian never imagined she would marry Dominic DeLaurentis, the ruthless mafia Don feared across Rome and beyond.
The bride was supposed to be her sister, Veronica, but she ran away, and to save the family, Vivian had to step forward.
All she had to do was play the part of the perfect bride. She becomes both prisoner and plaything, bound by the marriage contract and by his control.
However... beneath her fear lies a dangerous longing, a hunger she cannot deny. She discovers his great obsession.
Will Dominic also ever realize her true identity?
The wrong bride and the wrong beginning, but perhaps it could become the right love in the end.

When the formidable matriarch of the city's most powerful mafia family dies, she leaves behind one final command. Every member of the family must return to the ancestral estate and remain there for seven days. Each evening, they must gather for dinner. Only if they fulfill her wishes will her fortune be divided.

None of them expect the true inheritance to be buried beneath silver.

As the first dinner begins, an ornate silver dome is lifted to reveal a secret the family has spent decades hiding. The following night uncovers another. With every revelation, old alliances fracture, accusations fly, and the walls of the estate close in around them. Lies become weapons, blood ties become liabilities, and everyone at the table has something to lose.

For the Don, the week becomes a nightmare. The family he trusted is not the family he thought he knew, and the memory of his dead wife—killed in a tragic accident three years ago—haunts every secret brought to light. Meanwhile, an overlooked cousin from an illegitimate branch and a mysterious distant relative unexpectedly find themselves caught in the center of a deadly game neither of them asked to play. Can they ride out the storm by clinging to each other?

Someone has spent years preparing this reckoning. Every dinner is another move in a carefully orchestrated plan. Every secret brings the family one step closer to ruin.

By the seventh night, the final silver dome will reveal a truth so devastating that nothing—not the family, the empire, or the inheritance—will ever be the same.

“I, Leo Maxwell, Alpha of the Black Storm Pack, reject you, Maya Veneto, as my mate. I hereby declare Quinn Callahan as my true mate, mother of my child and Luna of the Black Storm Pack!”

Maya, an omega born to an alpha father and an omega mother, gives up her title as the heir to the pack to her younger, alpha sister when they lose their kind-hearted mother. Instead, she pursues her dream of becoming a doctor and takes up the role at her mate’s pack.

However, cruel rejection and tragedy knock on her door after she finds out that she is pregnant! Her mate rejects her for his childhood sweetheart while decimating Maya’s pack to nothingness, rendering the omega mute for life!!

How will the rejected, silent, former Luna survive these setbacks amid a difficult, mate-less pregnancy? Will her good deeds melt the Moon Goddess’s heart and give her a second chance at life? Will she break under the pressure, or will she emerge powerful and victorious?

And finally, what will happen when she finds out who is her second chance mate?

Bryan and I had been together for a year.

He was gentle, thoughtful. I had no reason not to trust him.

Until the night the typhoon hit.

He called. He said he, his mother, and his brother's family were outside my door, soaking wet. They just needed somewhere to stay for the night.

I walked to the door.

My hand reached for the doorknob.

That's when I saw her in the hallway mirror.

My future self.

Covered in blood. Clothes shredded.

She was screaming at me. "Don't open the door! They'll kill you!"

"Just a poor warrior girl," they laughed. Until HE showed up.

Marcus dumped me six years ago for money and status. Now he's back with his snake princess girlfriend, ready to humiliate me again. They force me to kneel, break my legs, tear my clothes—all for a stupid wedding dress.

"Your boyfriend can't save you," Seraphina hisses. "Nobody cares about trash like you."

Then the wall EXPLODES.

A massive black wolf storms in, golden eyes blazing with fury. When he shifts back to human form, every face in the room goes white with terror.

Turns out my "nobody" boyfriend is the most feared Alpha on the continent. Oops.

I opened the hotel room door during a thunderstorm, and the man I'd spent two years running from was standing in the hallway.

"It's me," he said. Two words that undid everything.

Arthur Sterling. My legal guardian. My brother on paper. The man who raised me from ten years old, who sat through every storm until my hands stopped shaking, who gave me his family ring on my eighteenth birthday.

The man I kissed when I turned eighteen—and who kissed me back like I was air and he was drowning.

We had two years of burning in secret. Days pretending we were still guardian and ward. Nights where that fiction dissolved the moment the door closed.

Then I fled to Paris with one suitcase and his ring left on the kitchen counter.

Two years of distance changed nothing. I came back for my father's stolen designs—blackmailed into a fake engagement to reclaim my legacy. I had a plan. Every move calculated.

What I didn't plan for was Arthur. Still watching. Still waiting. Still wearing my ring on a chain against his chest.

The penthouse I abandoned? Untouched. My room? Kept ready for two years. My drafting stool by the east window? Still at exactly the same angle I'd left it.

"Come back home," he said.

But which home? The one where we're siblings—or the one where we're something the world has no word for?

"A secret Love is a Beautiful, Sweet and Sacred when it's just a light infatuation, but when that person reaches over and touches you in the heart, making it alive in a way it has never known, that secret love becomes frightening, because you can never make them love you, you would never want to make them Love you but all the same, no matter which way you view it, they don't love you and your heart doesn't know how to beat the same. " _ Lucas Mionner

Clare, a room service staff met a rich businessman named Michael. Both of them gets attracted to each other and spent a sexy romantic full of lust journey to New Zealand. During the journey, Michael feels falling for her and wants more time with Clare and asks her to go with him. Which made Clare reveal her worse past secrets which can cause trouble for both of them in the future. But Michael assured her past will not come in between and they can have a good time together. Clare agrees and the problem started after Michael's relatives and friends come to know about Clare's past. How they still manage to stay in love, stay together is the story you will know next.

Have you ever had an affair? Because me I did it, I know it's wrong but why can't I forget that night? The way how he claimed me and made me feel even weirder when it came to bed.

Athena Escarra is a promising young lawyer who loves her work more than anything. She's been married to her husband, Oliver Smith, for six years and would never indulge in an affair-until she met Alessandro Sinclair.

Alessandro Sinclair, a prominent CEO of the Sinclair Company, is your everyday rich man who has casual flings and moves on-until he met Athena Escarra. He found himself irresistibly attracted to her and would do anything to have her again.

She could do just anything for her family. He could do everything for power and money. When he asked her to marry him, she was happy. But little did she know, she was entering hell. She had a crush on him. But not now, not anymore, not when she knows his deepest secrets. But she can't run now, he had already noticed her and now, he wants her. And damn, he gets what he wants.? Can they ever love each other? Or will it always be what it was-- hate? Love blossoms in the most unexpected circumstances. And damn, they are right, opposite attracts. Follow me on the game fate decided to play with these two.

Lyra never wanted a mate.
Not when she had nothing left.
Not when the only man she was given to… was the Alpha everyone feared.
Cold. Dangerous. Silent.
He didn’t want her either.
He only kept her because she was “useful.
”
She thought he would throw her out.
But instead, he locked her away.
Hid her from his world. From his people. From his own family.
And when they came to hurt her…
He stood and watched.
He didn’t speak for her.
He didn’t defend her.
But he didn’t let her go, either.
Now, Lyra is trapped in a place where no one wants her, and the only one who touches her
heart is the man who makes it bleed.
But maybe… just maybe…
The Alpha she feared is the only one who truly sees her.
And that is the scariest part of all.

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

On my wedding day, instead of the romantic photo montage, I played a live video feed from the bridal suite.

The guests gasped. The screen didn't show our childhood photos. It showed my fiancé, Benjamin, pressing a woman in a white dress against the vanity.
It was my bridesmaid. My cousin. Mia.

"Benjamin, tell me," Mia giggled, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Do I look better in this white dress, or does your boring, frigid fiancée look better in her gown?"

The audio boomed through the silent ballroom.
Benjamin's voice was thick with lust. "She's a mannequin. You're my addiction. Why don't we do it right here? While she waits for me at the altar?"

My mother-in-law screamed. My father threw a glass.
But I stood there, calm. Cold.
I watched as Benjamin on the screen frantically unzipped Mia's dress, his hands roaming over her body, completely forgetting the woman waiting for him outside.

Benjamin rushed into the ballroom, realizing the silence was too heavy. He looked up at the giant screen, his face draining of color.
"Amelia! No! Turn it off! It's not what it looks like!"

I picked up the microphone.
"You're right, Benjamin. It's not what it looks like. It's exactly what it is."
I threw a folder of evidence—bank transfers, hotel receipts, printed texts—into his face.
"Mia graduated this year. You've been funding her for four. We've been together for five."

I tore off my veil and dropped it on the floor.
"The wedding is off. You two deserve each other."

At 18, Iris Hawthorne’s world shattered the moment a man in military boots kicked down her door. Donovan Sharpe, the ruthless and legendary arms dealer, dragged her into his dark, dangerous realm as if she were a helpless kitten.Wild, feral, and dangerously possessive, he growled his claim:“Iris, you will only ever smell like me. So much as one person lays a finger on you, and they won’t live to see the sunrise.” He burned every bridge behind her, yet lavished her with all his gentleness: “Iris, even if the sky falls, I will put your happiness first.” Then came the day she ran. To save her, Donovan charged alone into a hail of bullets. Amid the rubble, bloody and broken, Iris nuzzled his blood-stained chest and whispered softly: “Donovan… come any later, and I’m done with you.”

Elena Castillo has spent her entire life playing by the rules—until the world turned against her.
A star lawyer with a fraudulent license she never forged. A fiancé who crawls at her sister's feet like a dog. A family that manipulated her with false gratitude and endless emotional guilt, trapping her in an inescapable cycle of obligation she never owed.
Elena walks into a "spa" on Berlin Street seeking relief for an old injury—and straight into the arms of Dante Solis, the most feared Don in a century.
He was supposed to give her a massage. Instead, he claims her body, her name, and eventually—her soul.
Dante Solis doesn't do mercy. He doesn't do apologies. And he certainly doesn't do brides. But when Elena points a gun at his chest and pulls the trigger, the Godfather of the Solis family discovers something he's never felt before: obsession.
"Marry me," he offers. "I'll let you climb over everything I have to get to the top. But only if you're my wife."
Elena refuses to trade marriage for power. She believes in justice. In the law. In herself.
But when the same family that destroyed her career tries to sell her into a loveless alliance with Dante's own nephew, Elena must choose: remain the good girl who always loses—or become the Don's queen and make them all burn.
This is a story of betrayal and vengeance.
Of a woman who learns that the only law that matters is the one written in blood.
And of a man who would burn the world down just to watch her wear his crown.
🔞 Dark mafia romance. Age gap. Enemies-to-lovers. Forced proximity. He falls first, he falls harder. She has no idea who he is—until it's too late to run.

"Do you know what happens to girls who invade my space uninvited?" His voice was low.
"I... I'm not..."
"I don't kiss," he said, his gaze never leaving hers. "Never saw the point of it."
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.
"But for you..." His voice dropped to a whisper. "I'll make an exception."
The kiss stole the air from her lungs. She pushed against his chest, desperate to break free.
But then... two words shattered everything.
"Luca! Brother!"
Sofia thought returning to the Virelli mansion after years abroad would feel like coming home.
Instead, she walks straight back into the orbit of Luca Virelli, her cold, ruthless foster brother and the feared head of the Italian mafia.
The same man who spent years making her feel like she didn't belong.
But something has changed.
Because the moment Luca sees her again, his icy indifference shifts into something far more dangerous.
OBSESSION.

"You're playing with fire that you can't control, Ivery."

"I know the risks," I whispered, against his lips.

He growled, low and dark. "No, you don't." His fingers lingered on my jaw, tracing a line down to my throat, sending a shiver through me.

"I'm nothing like those young lover boys you have been with. I'm a man, Ivery, much older than you, much stronger than you..."

"I'm a beast not a lover. I'll bend you over and fuck you hard and raw like you have never been fucked before. I'll be balls-deep in that tight little pussy, so full that you won't be able to walk straight for days."
...

Ivery was distressed by her boyfriend cheating on her for 3 years, that also with her school bully, who tormented her for years.

Ivery broken-hearted decided to take a trip to relieve her pain but she got kidnapped and solded out in a black market auction.

What if the most feared mafia lord, who is much more older than her, buys her? Will she able to escape his dark obsession he develops for her?

Warning ⚠️ : This book contains strong explicit scenes, violence, triggering words. Read at your own risks.

Ryan Von Roald was exiled from his Kingdom by his Father in order to avoid going to war with a powerful Empire.

Instead of feeling depressed, the Sixth Prince of the Finis Kingdom even rejoiced because he could now do whatever he wanted.

With the help of the Magical Grimoire, whom he named Builder, Ryan embarked on a journey in creating his own Kingdom. However, this grand undertaking wasn't smooth sailing.

Soon, Ryan found himself fighting against nobles, and other factions who dared to get in his way, showing the world that even an exiled prince could build a majestic kingdom from scratch!


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He just regarded me, I suddenly felt self-conscious. What does he see me as now, did I change from the person he knew?

“Why am I still here, you just terminated my employment.” I broke the silence, for me, it was uncomfortable to stay under his dark gaze.

“I dismissed you from that job because you will be my personal assistant now.” He said. I stare at him like he has lost his mind, personal assistant?

Why would that be me, considering our past it will be awkward between us to work directly together?

“You are kidding, right?” He must be kidding because been his personal assistant? What for? I have planned out how I was going to survive in this company, by staying out of each other way and not crossing parts.

Only for him to wake up this morning and decide that should be his personal assistant.

“Am I?” No, he doesn't look like he's kidding. His expression is as serious as that of an ugly rock.

My Mafia boss husband brought his late brother's widow and child back to our estate and demanded I move into the nanny's quarters..

This time, I didn't pull a gun and fight with him like I did in my past life. Instead, I brought out my suitcase to pack and make room.

Later, for our daughter's birthday, Julian gifted her a foal.

Beatrice's son cried and threw a tantrum, demanding it.

My five-year-old daughter calmly handed over the lead rope. "Daddy said Leo doesn't have a papa anymore, so from now on, my papa is his papa."

"I should learn to be generous."

At first, Julian was extremely gratified by our tolerance and maturity. But gradually, he panicked as he realized—

There was no more love in my eyes, and our daughter no longer opened her arms to ask for his hugs.

Little did he know, in our previous life, in order to protect that mother and son, he banished us to the subterranean water dungeon.

While my daughter and I contracted the plague, dying in despair amidst the stench and the gnawing of rats, he was holding that woman's hand in a brightly lit banquet hall, announcing to the entire Family that she would be under his lifelong protection.

Reborn into this life, my daughter and I no longer fought, no longer made a fuss.

But we also never needed Julian again.

In my third year of marriage to Cassius, I saw his childhood sweetheart Serena post a photo on a luxury yacht with the caption: "My man always knows what I want."

That yacht was supposed to be my birthday gift.

I called the dealer. "Mr. Vitale transferred it to Miss Monte."

Cassius called immediately. "Stop checking up on me. I owed her this. Why are you so insecure?"

That night, he kicked my medication across the floor. "Stop reminding everyone I owe you my life."

Three years ago, I gave him my gas mask during a shootout. The toxins destroyed my lungs.

When he burned my face with an iron, he drove me to the hospital—until Serena called crying about a burst pipe.

He shoved me out into the pouring rain. "You're not going to die. She needs me more."

For the first time in three years, I realized I should stop saving a man who'd already chosen someone else.

"You belong to me. I own you. No matter how far you run... I will find you. And the next time you try to escape, I will make sure you're in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. Do you understand?"
Rosa's body shook as his words sank in, each one a cold sharp blade, she nodded unable to form words.
Sold to Italy's most feared mafia don to repay her father's debt, Rosa became Silvio's possession the moment she entered his world.
But Rosa would rather die than remain his prisoner.
Eight months pregnant with his child, she risks everything to escape, only to be betrayed, shot, and presumed dead.
Years later, Rosa lives as Jia, hiding behind a new identity and raising twin children far from the mafia world.
Until Silvio sees her again.
The man she once feared never stopped searching.
Now he wants answers.
And when he discovers the children are his, running will no longer be an option.

"This is insane," l mutter to myself, "What does he take me for? A predator? A pervert? God, it's sick."
Yes, she's technically an adult, but the twenty-year age gap makes my skin crawl. How does my father expect me to wake up next to someone barely out of high school and call her my wife?
He is unbelievable. No- ridiculous. That's the better word to describe him. What sane person finds a nineteen-year-old bride for their thirty-nine-year-old son?


Miles wasn't a predator, and he sure as hell wasn't about to marry someone two decades younger than him.
But his father wouldn't back down, and losing the company wasn't an option. So, he reluctantly agreed. He would marry the shy, damaged girl who had survived the worst at the hands of her step-family.
He made himself a promise: he wouldn't touch her. He would protect her, not become another perverted man she'd have to fear.
What he didn't expect was how hard that promise would be to keep. She was undeniably beautiful- soft curves in all the right places, her presence igniting desires he thought he could suppress.
Suddenly, Miles found himself fighting not just his morals, but his erection. But she was his wife. He could touch her, right?

Anastasia, a rising fashion designer, receives a life-changing offer: a ten-million-dollar contract to style Luciano Roberto, a CEO with a dangerous secret. From the subtle touch of their hands to the electrifying glances exchanged, their attraction is undeniable. Venture through life-threatening encounters to unravel mysteries, Anastasia's world is turned upside down.

With danger lurking at every corner, can she resist the magnetic pull of Luciano's gaze?

Three years ago, Sofia Cruz kissed Luca Moretti under the stars, not knowing he was the heir to the city’s deadliest mafia family.
The next morning, she vanished—leaving him with nothing but questions and a grudge that burned hotter than desire.
Now, desperate for money, Sofia takes a job as a live-in maid at the Moretti estate… only to discover the room she’s cleaning belongs to him.
Luca hasn’t forgiven her for running. But instead of kicking her out, he keeps her close—dangerously close—teasing, cornering, and making her remember exactly what she walked away from.
As the mafia war outside the mansion turns bloodier, Sofia is pulled deeper into Luca’s world… where every touch is a threat, every kiss a warning, and every whispered promise could be a lie.
And Luca? He doesn’t just want her back—he wants her to pay.

He leans in close, his breath was warm against my ear, sending a tingling sensation over my skin and leaving me breathless. His voice is husky and dangerous, sending a jolt down into my abdomen. "Did you enjoy what you saw, Mia?" he asks, his words laced with mischievous intent.
A whimper escaped me, and I quickly bit my lip to stop it, but his touch was hypnotic, and I was melting into his body that was pressed up against mine, making me feel trapped and helpless.
How could I be repelled by Dominic's darkness, yet drawn to it, like a moth to a flame. This man had an overwhelming presence, his dominance and control sparking a twisted curiosity within me that I didn’t know how to handle or approach.


Mia finds herself entangled in a web of power and deceit. After discovering her ex-boyfriend's infidelity, she meets Dominic, a ruthless alpha and her ex's dad, who awakens a forbidden attraction within her. As Mia's true identity is revealed, she's torn between the allure of Dominic's dark charm and an arranged marriage. Mia must make impossible choices to protect herself and those she loves. Will she surrender to the forces that seek to control her, or will she forge her own path in this dangerous game of love and loyalty?

"She's not the bride. She's my chosen wife."

Zeno Alaister Leander Valentini

Lyla was only his substitute bride until she took his time, attention, and life.

Jiah thought that by running away from her troubles she could get off scot-free, but the Argi prince was so cruel that he deployed bodyguards to look for her.

All his cruel interrogations made her confess and finally, Jiah made a deal to become his subordinate to take over the kingdom.

To save her father’s life, Camila Alcatraz agrees to a deal that will ruin her forever.

One year as the property of Marco Terenzio, the feared mafia king with blood on his hands and secrets in his soul.

She was meant to break.

Instead, she made him obsessed.

But in a world of lies, betrayal, and guns, loving a monster comes at a deadly price, and when the truth finally explodes, only one of them may survive.

Three years ago, I married Rex Cavano—New York's most dangerous mafia don—for this face. Not for love. Because I looked like his stepsister Isabella, the woman his family tore from him and sent to Rome.

I thought time would make him forget her. Until three months ago, when she came home a widow, and I finally understood: a substitute is always just a substitute. When the original returns, the fake gets thrown away.

So I made a decision.

I tricked him into signing divorce papers and accepted a job in a war zone in Colombia.

I'm leaving. Taking our child with me—a secret he'll never know—disappearing from his world forever.

A transfer notice brings the heir of the Sicilian mafia into an elite high school, hiding her true identity behind an ordinary facade.
She soon gets tangled up in fickle affection, brutal bullying and vicious schemes. The playboy treats everyone as his game pieces, while the arrogant school beauty keeps provoking her, even hiring thugs to destroy her.
Everyone takes her for a vulnerable newcomer, unaware that beneath her calm appearance lies a ruthless and powerful soul. She defeats assailants bare-handed, exposes framed plots and tears off all hypocritical masks with cold determination.
When the luxurious black convoy arrives, her hidden power shocks all. Those once arrogant nobles are forced to bow down.
No one can afford the price of offending a queen. The farce of campus life comes to an end, and her bloody legend is just beginning.

Chloe Ashford destroyed me once.

She pretended to be my best friend, eagerly setting me up with her stepbrother Vincent—when really, I was just a cover for their twisted relationship.

She fattened me up, used me, and when she got bored, tossed me aside. A broken nose during gym class, nearly drowning by the pool, framed and cyberbullied until the whole internet turned against me. I dropped out. Had a complete mental breakdown. And then I jumped.

But when I opened my eyes again, that line was playing on repeat—"Let me introduce you to my stepbrother."

Somehow, I was back. That same party night.

I spent two years alongside the Mafia don, serving as his most obedient secretary and most transparent wife, watching as he bestowed all his tenderness upon his shining muse. With great effort, I deceived him into signing the divorce papers and, turning away, fled to war-torn Syria, carrying his child within me. I believed I would never cross paths with him again, until one day, drenched in blood, he knelt amidst the rubble, desperately clawing at the stones, screaming my name. It was only after I left that he truly understood the meaning of loss...

"Olivia, get back here and apologize to Mia RIGHT NOW, or we're through!" My fiancé Arthur screamed into his phone in the ER hallway, his face twisted in disgust.

My parents fussed over their adopted daughter Mia's red eyes. All this drama over a scratch on her finger.

My phone lay shattered in blood at the abandoned chemical plant downtown, screen flickering weakly.

I was already dead. The kidnappers had snapped my limbs and set me on fire.

I hovered above them, watching them lose their minds over Mia's fake tears while cursing my name and wishing I'd disappear forever.

Three days later, when cops knocked on Sterling Manor's door with a charred engagement ring, they finally got what they wanted.

When they crossed paths again after years apart, everyone thought it was fate—of course they'd get back together.
But Charisse Walton only offered a wry smile.
"Not happening. I dumped him, remember? He's probably just here to settle the score."
What she didn't know... was how many times Elliot Grant had silently protected her from the shadows.
Meanwhile, Elliot scoffed, hands buried in his pockets.
"Please. She never even liked me."
What he didn't realize... was that years ago, Charisse had risked everything—even her life—for him.
Two hearts.
Two stories full of silence, sacrifice, and everything left unsaid.
And now, after all this time, the truth is about to break through.

"Tell me I'm sexy," I whispered, grabbing Ryder Lancaster's shirt. "Tell me you want me... even if I'm your nephew's wife."
Ryder's jaw tightened. "Iris... if you keep looking at me like that, I won't stop."
On their third wedding anniversary, Iris catches her husband in bed with his male assistant. The man who claimed he couldn't touch her was never sick. He married her only to hide that he was gay, steal her late father's company, and abandon her after taking everything she owned.
Heartbroken, Iris ends up in the bed of the last man she should ever want... her husband's powerful uncle.
Ryder offers her a wager.
Three days.
If Iris calls him first, she belongs to him on his terms. If she doesn't, he'll walk away forever.
Iris is certain she'll win.
Ryder is certain she'll lose.
But every step Iris takes to reclaim her father's company and destroy the man who betrayed her pushes her closer to Ryder, bringing their forbidden affair dangerously close to the light.
When every secret is finally exposed, will Iris reclaim her father's empire... or lose her heart to the one man she was never supposed to love?

TITLE: MARRIED TO AN OLD BILLIONAIRE, IN LOVE WITH HIS SON.

Eve has no choice but to give up her own dreams and marry the old billionaire who could even be her grandfather ...due to her father's illness and the expensive operational costs.
Despite the sex harassment she faces on a regular basis, the humiliation she receives from the old man's son, Liam is another source of pain for Eve. Then, Eve's only thought is to make as much money as she can and get away from the family.
Nevertheless, as Liam works with Eve, he gradually falls in love with the girl he used to loathe.
What will he do about his hidden feelings for his stepmother?

For five years of marriage, Sibel devoted herself completely to her husband and son, even giving up her own career for their family.
Then she was rushed to the hospital with acute cholecystitis, writhing in pain. Her husband arrived with their son, only to walk right past her and rush to the woman he cherished most, his adopted sister.
"She’s terminally ill. You should take care of her," her husband said.
Her son added, "You’re only Mom because you cook and do housework."
In that moment, Sibel realized that her five years of sacrifice had been nothing but a joke.
She filed for divorce, walked away with nothing, and returned to the world of medical research. But just as she was ready to start over, she was framed, thrown into detention, and nearly left to die in a pool of blood.
Everyone thought Sibel was nothing without a man.
But when she returned as a world class medical expert, when the truth was finally exposed, and when the man who once treated her like she was worthless knelt before her with red eyes full of regret...
She looked down at him and said,
"You once said I wasn't good enough for you. Now you're not good enough for me."

I used to believe Lawrence Ashcroft must love me.

He was the football captain, the golden boy everyone adored, and he chose me—the girl who spent her life chasing perfection on the ice. But love shouldn’t feel like waiting outside a rink in the cold, refreshing my phone, wondering why he forgot me again.

Seven times.

Each excuse sounded softer than the last. Florence needed help. Florence was sick. Florence had no one else. And somehow, I was always supposed to understand.

Then I met Gavin Ashcroft.

Lawrence’s older brother was nothing like him. Gavin was cold, blunt, and intimidating. The first night I met him, he criticized me for being late. I thought he hated me. But when Lawrence abandoned me at the Ashcroft mansion, Gavin was the one who worried about my safety. When I got hurt, Gavin noticed. When I competed, Gavin came. When I tried to be strong, Gavin saw the pain I hid.

Now Lawrence says he wants to change. He waits outside my dorm, brings me medicine, asks for another chance.

But the more he reaches for me, the more I realize something terrifying:

My heart no longer races for the boy I once loved.

It races for his brother.

I used to be the nation's top lock-picking expert. I saved countless lives.

But I couldn't save my own daughter.

At the dock, two children were strapped to bombs.

The girl had less time—I should've saved her first.

But my husband Damien held a knife to his throat, forcing me to save the other one first.

His illegitimate son.

I compromised.

The moment I opened the lock, the kidnapper ripped off the girl's hood.

I never expected her to be Rosie.

My five-year-old daughter.

She looked at me.

Her lips moved, forming the word "Mommy."

Then the explosion tore through everything...

I chose Adrian Cole for a strategic marriage because he understood boundaries.

For three years, he never gave me a reason to regret it.

Then his new assistant fed him from her fork, took my seat in his car, and appeared on his arm at a charity gala while society reporters called them a perfect match.

I gave my husband three chances to remember that I was his equal. He used every one—then admitted he had only wanted to teach me how a proper wife should behave.

Adrian thought our families' business alliance would keep me beside him.

He forgot that I ran Shaw Group before I ever became Mrs. Cole, and I had never needed a marriage badly enough to be trained by one.

They said a perfect luna should be gentle, obedient, and tolerant of everything.
My husband, Alpha Cedric Blackwood, said that as his luna, I had to be virtuous and generous, and I had to take good care of his "little woloves."
If anyone was led astray, it meant I, as luna, had failed to set a proper example, and I had to be punished in their place.
And so, when his adopted sister, newly graduated from Crescent Moon Academy, ran off to party at a bar and stayed out all night, I was ordered to wash clothes for the entire pack in the bitter winter cold until my hands were covered in frostbite.
When his little lover chased thrills and went alone to the border, drawing rogues to her, I was punished for poor discipline with ninety-nine lashes from a silver whip, beaten so badly that my wolf fell into a deep sleep.
When the two of them grew bored with life, went traveling together, and even stole my unlimited black card, they had barely left before their wild spending drew the attention of an enemy pack and got them kidnapped.
The news that Cedric had spent fifty million to ransom the two women was exposed, turning the Blackwood family into a laughingstock across the werewolf world.
The elders were furious and demanded that the matter be dealt with severely.
Cedric's face darkened. Then he turned around and ordered someone to tie me up.
"You knew they were young, naive, and easy to deceive, yet you deliberately gave them the black card. Weren't you trying to attract the enemy pack's attention so they would get rid of the thorns in your side?"
"A vicious, jealous she-wolf like you deserves to taste what it feels like to be kidnapped and tortured!"
But he did not know that on the first night after I was taken away, I was tortured to death.

The agony of dragonfire tearing through my flesh still seared my memory.
But I had been reborn.
I touched my reflection. No scorch marks. No melted skin. My eighteen-year-old face stared back.
The door burst open. Zephyra swept in, her dragonfire pendant gleaming.
"Megan, don't be nervous." Her voice dripped honey-sweet. "Even if you can't sense dragonfire, the Dragon God won't judge you harshly."
My father's legitimate daughter. Pure dragonblood. The family's pride.
And me? The bastard. A half-blood who couldn't even conjure a spark.
"The prophecy bond isn't set in stone." Her hand landed on my shoulder, grip too tight. "If Lord Roran feels overwhelming, bond with a lower-tier knight. I'll support whatever you choose."
Support me? The word tasted like ash.
Roran was the empire's youngest Dragon Knight Commander. In my past life, I'd believed her lies and married him.
I thought it was salvation. Instead, I became his shield while he slept with Zephyra.
At Zephyra's ascension ceremony, when a wyvern lunged for her, he shoved me into the beast's path.
The wyvern's claws tore into my abdomen. My unborn child died inside me.
Then came the dragonfire.
Roran unleashed it to save Zephyra. The flames swallowed everything: the beast, me, and the dragon egg I'd carried for months.
Through the agony, I watched him scoop Zephyra up. "Save Zephyra! The child—"
My child was already ash. He mourned hers.
"If I hadn't been pregnant, Megan wouldn't be so jealous..." Zephyra whispered.
"If there's a next life, I'll make this right." Roran's hollow guilt.
Next life?
Your dragonfire burned my child alive. You let me bleed out. And now you want redemption?
Not a chance.

Lysa loved Damian for seven years, yet hypnotic manipulation warped his memories, leading him to brand her the killer of his parents. With his own hands, he cut her bones and implanted canine fur, transforming her into a deformed half-human beast and subjecting her to endless humiliation and torture. She watched her mother die a brutal death and was forced to swallow her mother’s cremated ashes. At the brink of death, her ancestral sea spirit pendant awakened, shedding her mangled hound form to birth a tyrannical deep-sea siren. Once the scheming fake heroine’s lies were laid bare, Damian descended into madness, drowning in desperate remorse. Wielding the immortal power of a siren, Lysa cast all her tormentors into an endless living hell—and she would never grant them forgiveness.

For the sake of the so-called family heir, my husband Killian is prepared to kill my child!
That day, Killian locked me in an underground cold storage at ten degrees below zero, all because there is an ironclad rule in the Vittorio family.
The first-born son shall inherit the family’s Mafia empire.
My eldest brother’s wife Ira and I got pregnant at the same time.
To ensure his elder brother’s child is born first, Killian made this insane decision.
"My brother and Ira’s child has to be born first. This is what you owe them!"
He ignored my pleas and forcibly injected me with labor-delaying medicine.
"Allowing this child to be born at all is already the greatest mercy I can grant you."
Killian said to me with undisguised disgust.
I curled up in agony on the icy concrete floor, feeling the little life in my womb fading away bit by bit, shedding tears of utter despair.
"My baby… Mommy is so sorry for you…"

I drove through a snowstorm to bring my son his asthma inhaler, only for my car to plunge down a slope.

Bleeding and trapped, I called my husband twenty-seven times. My own son rejected every call, then blocked me. They were taking family photos with my husband's former fiancée and did not want me—his real mother—interrupting them.

I am Catherine Holloway, CEO of a tech company in Seattle.
It was just an ordinary rainy night. I was driving my Porsche Cayenne toward the airport when a beat-up Ford pickup rear-ended me on the off-ramp.
I never imagined that this seemingly routine accident would drag me into a serial murder case — turning me from a witness into the police's prime suspect.

After two years of marriage, I finally got pregnant. I rushed to my husband's office with lunch to share the news, but his assistant mistook me for a sugar baby trying to trap the CEO. She dragged me into a back room and dumped scalding coffee on my head. When I tried to explain I was the wife, she laughed and called security. They stripped my clothes, kicked my stomach repeatedly, and destroyed my ultrasound photo. I begged them to call my husband, but they smashed my phone instead. By the time he found me, our baby was gone.

After ten years of marriage, my fated mate, Alpha Harvey, had slept with nearly every female worker in the Silver Claw Packhouse.
When I was seven months pregnant, his newly kept mistress, Yvonne Robson, offended the Alpha of the Eclipse Pack at a celebration banquet. Badly.
"Jasmine, you, kneel and apologize on her behalf."
The entire banquet hall fell silent.
I blinked at him, sure I had misheard. "Excuse me?"
"She's young," he said impatiently, as if this were a minor inconvenience. "She made a mistake. You're the Luna. You need to fix it."
I placed a hand over my swollen belly, my wolf snarling inside me. "I'm pregnant, Harvey. How can I kneel? What if it hurts the pup—"
He cut me off harshly. 'It's just kneeling. You've never acted so delicate before.'
He dragged me forcefully to Alpha Kenneth.
Then, before I could react, Alpha Harvey shoved me down, forcing my head toward the ground.
Pain shot through my knees as they hit the floor.
And then—a sharp, wet sensation beneath me.

My boyfriend successfully proposed with a spectacular drone light show.
The whole city erupted in celebration: “Mr. and Mrs. Hansen—finally, a couple united!”
Yet, nestled in his arms was none other than his secretary.
The "Mrs. Hansen" everyone speaks of is now nothing more than a forgotten memory, buried beneath the earth.