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Grace thought New York would be her fresh start until she loses the competition she was hoping for, and ends up in a one-night stand with a mysterious stranger who touched her like he already knew her. Like he had no intention of forgetting her.

By morning, he’s vanished without a word, leaving her with no clue of who he is and a pregnancy she had to deal with.

Years later, Grace has moved on. She’s in love again, and her boyfriend Nicholas Santos is about to propose and give her the future she’s always wanted. But when he takes her home to meet his family, her world crashes.

Because standing across the room is Nick’s older brother, the same man she swore she’d never see again. The man whose hands she still remembers, whose absence nearly broke her…The man who has no idea he’s the father of her child.

Now, caught between the man who healed her heart and the one who awakened it, Grace is pulled into a storm of buried desires, dangerous secrets, and a chemistry that refuses to stay in the past.

Because some nights aren’t meant to be forgotten… And some flames were never meant to burn out.

"I didn’t drug your drink," I said, my voice shaking in the dark.

"Liar," he spat. "You're just like your precious Stewart family. Deception runs in your blood, doesn't it?"

"Believe what you want," I fired back, lifting my chin. "I'm done with all of this. Done with you. I’m not going back anymore!"

His eyes narrowed dangerously in an instant , and he stepped closer, backing me against the wall until I could feel his breath on my face.

"Go ahead and leave," he growled. "But I'll always find you Elena. You're mine."


Elena, married to Reginald through her parents' ruthless machinations, naively believed she could wait for true love, only to be met with his betrayal with his first love Vivian.

Reginald, the ruthless heir to the Vanderbilt empire, thought he could control everything. Until Elena decided on divorce and disappeared, his control twisted into something he couldn't believe.

Five years later, Elena returns with twins in tow, and a bombshell revelation stuns everyone - she is the mysterious CEO of the Phoenix Group, rising from nothing to Vanderbilt's top rival in just two years.

With Reginald claiming her as his and the twins revealed as his, Elena must decide: give in to him or keep fighting for her freedom.

After 3 years of bloody battles, the War King returns, only to hear his fiancée Elena “fell to her death”. But he finds she’s alive, pregnant, and imprisoned. He swears to slaughter all enemies and protect his woman and unborn child.

He raised me, married me, and called me his perfect wife. I didn't know I was just his pet.

When his first love returned, I saw our marriage for what it was: a gilded cage. I served him divorce papers. He laughed, sure I'd come crawling back.

I ran and never looked back. Now, my life is my own, with a new suitor every day.

The CEO who swore I couldn't leave him is now on his knees, desperate. "Come back," he pleads.

I just smile. "Move. You're blocking my future."

This runaway wife is gone for good.

In order to revenge, and find out the truth, she to be crazy married the Bryans' young mistress. The first year after marriage, he found that she was offering descendants of the master. In the second year after marriage, he found her strength, unarmed split brick. In the third year after their marriage, he discovered that she was a pianist, a secret investor, and a hacker ... In this way, he tore open her vest one by one. William Bryan felt very aggrieved, 'Wife, how many secrets do you still have?"

Olivia Morgan’s world is turned upside down when she walks in on her boyfriend betraying her with her friend. Devastated and drowning in debt, she’s thrust into an unlikely arrangement with Alexander Carter, the cold and calculating CEO of Carter Enterprises. In exchange for a year-long marriage of convenience, Olivia receives the money she desperately needs—and a promotion she never expected. But as their fake relationship blurs the lines between business and pleasure, Olivia finds herself torn between the man who offers her everything and the business rival who wants her heart. In a world where betrayal is just a step away and desire burns hot, Olivia must navigate her emotions, her career, and a dangerous game of power, passion, and secrets. Can she keep her heart guarded while falling deeper into a billionaire’s web of lust and love? Or will Alexander’s cold heart melt in the heat of their undeniable chemistry?

"Mrs. Avery Grayson!"
"That's me," I blurted, jumping to my feet, my heart twirling.
The warden held out a plain brown envelope. It had to be something from Chase—a message, a keepsake, something personal to remind me that he hadn't forgotten me.
I tore it open—
Divorce papers.
Beneath them a thick ivory card:
Chase Grayson and Astrid Russell request the honor of your presence.
My sister's name, in gold ink.
After spending three years in prison for a crime I didn't commit, I walked out expecting freedom. Instead, I found betrayal. My husband had not only left me—he married my younger sister. And if that wasn't cruel enough, he sold me like a commodity… to Axel Blackwood, a ruthless, enigmatic man with a dark past and even darker secrets.
Now, trapped in Axel's world of danger, power, and deception, I must fight for answers, for survival—and maybe, for a second chance at reclaiming the life they tried to destroy.

"Alistair's condition changes nothing. Whether he wakes or not, this marriage will proceed. If there's no progress, we'll proceed with IVF. Your only duty is to provide an heir."
Wait—what? Alistair Montgomery? The ruthless billionaire who once loved my sister?
Isla Bennett was no less than an exceptional woman—beautiful, intelligent, and a gifted doctor.
But she had always lived in her twin sister Liana's shadow—unseen, unloved, and unchosen.
When her father's empire collapses, Isla is forced into a cold-blooded arrangement: marry Alistair Montgomery, the powerful billionaire trapped in a coma—and Liana's former lover.
Everyone expects her to be nothing more than a vessel for an heir.
But when Alistair wakes up, everything shatters. Liana returns to claim him, secrets resurface, and Isla finds herself in a dangerous game of love, lies, and vengeance.
And just when she begins to fall for the man who was never meant to be hers—
the truth emerges: Isla isn't a real Bennett. She's the daughter of the woman accused of murdering Alistair's mother.
Love brought them together. But will the truth tear them apart?

June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage to be with her sister who was pregnant for him.

Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents, she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corps.

When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael’s mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's Nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!

⚠️ DARK ROMANCE WARNING ⚠️
This is a very dark romance with a toxic, possessive, unhinged male lead who gets worse as the story continues.
Expect: obsession, stalking, rape, body shaming, drug trafficking, murder, kidnapping, dubious consent, non-consent, graphic violence, rough/degrading sex, manipulation, and other heavy triggers.

The book gets darker and darker.

If any of these upset you, please do not read. This story is for adults who enjoy very dark themes only.

I WARNED!


“You will always live in my dead wife’s shadow. I will never love you.”

Those were my husband’s first words to me on our wedding day. Not I love you. Not welcome home. Just a cold promise I would spend the rest of my life paying for a crime I didn’t commit.

And the worst part?

He was right.

I was deaf. Fat. Broken. Betrayed by everyone I had ever trusted. By the time Alexander Miller walked into my life, there wasn’t much of me left to destroy.

I thought marrying him would give me stability, a fresh start.

I didn’t know it would trap me in a house filled with a dead woman’s memories.

Every time he touched me, I felt it. Even when he was buried deep inside me, he whispered her name like I was just a substitute for the wife he lost.

All because I had her face.

And he believed I had taken her life.

He made sure I paid for it every single day.

And when he finally learned the truth…
I was already dead.

When the Contract Expires

Three years of a contract marriage, and I told myself I never fell for him.

Then came the night I packed my bags — and realized my clothes only took up one small corner of the closet, yet I could recite every dish he loved better than my own birthday.

Ethan Thorne. The youngest self-made legend on Wall Street. Our marriage was written into a contract — three years, then a clean break.

Three years are up.

I found out he was back in Manhattan through a financial news alert. I cancelled every plan I had, spent an entire afternoon in the kitchen cooking everything he liked — and what I got in return was a photo my best friend sent from across town. Ethan, sitting in the middle of a crowd, laughing like he owned the room, a woman with long hair settled across his lap, his hand resting on her waist.

I told myself I could walk away without looking back.

Then he pushed open the bedroom door — and every resolution I had started to crack. Not because I still loved him. But because his first words weren't an apology, weren't an explanation —

"Clara, don't forget what you are to me."

I hated how certain he sounded when he said it. Hated that he knew every inch of how my body responded to him. Hated that the next morning he walked out and slammed the door without once turning around.

What I hated most was what I heard afterward: that when his family was choosing a candidate, there were plenty of names on that list — and Ethan was the one who asked for mine.

He never explained himself. Never tried to keep me. Yet the moment the word divorce left my mouth, something shifted in his face — dark, and heavy, like the air before a storm —

"If there's a divorce, it happens when I decide to let you go. No one else gets to call that."

Ethan, what is it that you actually want?

The contract is up. All I want is out.

But some people — you think they're just a signature on a page.

Turns out they're the thing you can't walk away from for the rest of your life.

(Book II of the Mafia's Girl Series. )

(AN: Please read The Mafia's Good Girl before this book!)

“Before we get on with our business, there’s a bit of a paperwork you’d need to sign,” Damon said suddenly. He took out a piece of paper and pushed it towards Violet.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“A written agreement for the price of our sale,” Damon replied. He said it so calmly and so nonchalantly, like he wasn’t buying a girl’s virginity for one million dollars.

Violet swallowed hard and her eyes began to glaze over the words on that paper. The agreement was pretty self-explanatory. It basically stated that she’d agree to this sale of her virginity for the aforementioned price and that their signatures would seal the deal. Damon already signed his part and hers was left blank.

Violet looked up to see Damon handing her a pen. She came into this room with the thought of backing out, but after reading the document, Violet had another change of heart. It was one million dollars. This was more money than she could ever see in her lifetime. One night compared to that would be minuscule. One could even argue that it was a bargain. So before she could change her mind again, Violet took the pen from Damon’s hand and signed her name on the dotted line. Right as the clock struck midnight that day, Violet Rose Carvey had just signed a deal with Damon Van Zandt, the devil in the flesh.

Warning: Mature content ahead. Enter at your own risk. *

"I want your twin sister and not you! And you know that! But you chose to cling to me!" He growled frustratedly at me. Bruce. My husband.
"I love you Bruce, I can't help it" I mumbled, my head lowered with shame.
"Great, I hope you can enjoy watching me have fun with your twin sister in your presence!" He growled before storming off.
**
I'm Lyra Hansley, and I'm married to the man of my dreams, well, this dream of mine soon became a nightmare, but not anymore, I have someone I think I love.
Is this called cheating? Maybe not, at least he cheats on me with my twin sister too.
But who's my new man?That.. I don't know, but I love him.

Isabelle Cruz is forced to marry Jacob Garcia in place of her adoptive sister. As far as she knows, Jacob is an illegitimate son who's an idler, reckless, and not worth much. Unknown to her, he is a billionaire CEO who's determined to end their arranged marriage as soon as possible.
Jacob Garcia is in a hurry to end his arranged marriage to his new wife, Isabelle. He doesn't think it's going to be hard. After all, why would a woman from a wealthy family stay married to a poor man? But he realises quickly Isabelle's is nothing like he expected, and that things may not go according to plan.

Olivia's mother was diagnosed with a brain tumor and needed urgent operation. Two days before the operation, she hadn't gathered enough money for her operation. She turned to her father for help, but he chased her out, colluding with his mistress.

Disheartened and helpless she left the house, but before she could reach the hospital she was caught in an accident.

Two days after the accident Olivia woke up to an unfamiliar yet classic and Luxurious room, but how did she end up here ? Who brought her here?


"He's only a friend"

"You're my woman and mine alone, I Don't want any other man close to you!” Morgan half yelled, closing the distance between them.

“W-what are you doing ?” Olivia asked, arching her brows in confusion.

Before she could understand what he was about to do, he pulled her waist to him, roughly claiming her lips.

"Do you hear that? The woman who is chosen to be Damian Chase’s fifth wife will be offered 5 million dollars!” 

“Even 10 million dollars I won’t marry such a jerk!”

Sabrina Jade was recognized for being a competent and gorgeous secretary. For five years, she had worked for her boss Damian Chase, who was renowned as a womanizer. Almost every woman who knew Damian wanted to sleep with him, but in Sabrina’s eyes, her boss is an absolute asshole. She just wanted to stay away from him.

Sabrina never thought an accident would intertwine her and her boss’s fates, and she found that her boss was not so annoying?

Ariyah Haleem’s life is signed away the night she becomes a wife for business, not love. She never imagined her father would trade her future to save a dying empire. Yet one signature is all it takes to bind her to billionaire heir Zayn Rahman a man who views marriage as ownership and wives as assets. Their wedding is broadcast in gold, glamour, and lies… but behind closed doors, Ariyah becomes invisible.

Ariyah begins working at Rahman Group headquarters to prove she is more than a decorative wife. That is where she meets Cassian Wolfe the foreign billionaire investor with dangerous eyes and a voice that quiets her world. He is everything her husband is not present, protective, devastatingly gentle.

What begins as stolen glances and accidental touches soon turns into something reckless. Something forbidden.
Something that could destroy them both. Because Cassian isn’t just her boss. He is her husband’s business partner.

Her secret becomes a war fought in boardrooms and bedrooms. Her heart is torn between a man who claims to own her and a man who truly sees her. And when the truth threatens to surface, Ariyah must choose between duty that suffocates her… and love that could ruin her.

In a world where power is worshipped and love is dangerous, how far will she go to be free? And how much is she willing to lose?

"Bite my tongue and I'll cut your throat."He warned, before I could register what he meant, his lips crushed on mine. His tongue locked with mine.
For the first time in history, a mute human girl marries a brooding lycan king to keep peace between humans and werewolves. Romantic, right? Not for Rath—he's definitely not thrilled about tying the knot with a fragile-looking human, even if she is distractingly gorgeous.
Dahlia may look innocent, with her soft eyes and silent demeanor, but there's something... off. Her gaze is sharp enough to slice through lies, and if you're whispering secrets nearby, don't bother—she already knows.
While Rath tries to ignore the magnetic pull toward his new wife, Dahlia is just trying to survive in a world where she's not wanted—and by her own husband, no less. But there's more to Dahlia than anyone suspects. She has something he needs, and a secret so dark, even she doesn't remember it... yet.
Will Dahlia remember her dark sinister truth and use it against Rath or will Rath's sharp skills sniff it out and destroy her with her own darkness?

"I will marry her, but I will never give her my heart."
Elara Hart enters her marriage to billionaire heir Aaron Blackwood knowing it is nothing more than a contract, a union built on power and convenience rather than love. What she does not expect is how quickly she will become invisible in her own marriage, living beside a husband who belongs emotionally to another woman.
Aaron is cold, distant, and untouchable. His silence is heavier than words, and his indifference is constant. The memory of the woman he once loved lingers between them, making Elara feel like an intruder in a life she was never meant to enter.
Yet Elara is not as fragile as she appears. As a plus size woman who has spent her life being overlooked and judged, she carries a quiet strength that refuses to break. Slowly, she begins to affect Aaron in ways neither of them can control.
Just as their fragile distance begins to shift, a scandal shatters everything. Humiliated and betrayed, Elara disappears without a trace.
Her vanishing forces buried secrets within the Blackwood family to surface, revealing a history of obsession, betrayal, and a tragedy long hidden. As Aaron searches for her, he realizes she was never just an unwanted wife.
She may be the only one who can expose the truth.
And someone has been watching her all along.

"What happened Aveline??" Zayed asked

"Nothing"

"Its a very beautiful morning, right??" Zayed asked looking out through the floor to ceiling glass window of the penthouse suite facing the Eiffel Tower.

She nodded jerkily

"A beautiful morning for a new start" Zayed said drawing Aveline against him.

She pulled away from him

"What start??" She asked tartly

"Our life Aveline. After last night-" he was cut off mid way by Ava's sarcastic laugh

"After last night what?? Sex is not a promise Zayed!!" She said leaving Zayed speechless

"Aveline. Last night- I thought" he struggled with words

"You thought what?? That just because I slept with you, I forgot everything you did to me?? If yes, then you are bloody naive Zayed"


Sheikh Zayed Ahmed al Zidra ,did the unforgivable sin of accusing his wife of infidelity.

Six years later ,they meet again, and the whole world comes crashing down around Zayed, as revelations are made one by one.

Add to the mix,a set of mischievous triplets, two puppies and a kitten.

It ought to be chaos!

Tune in ,to know how Zayed makes amends for all his sins at the eame time fighting an unknown enemy, and how he achieves a happily ever after.

BOOK 1 IN ZIDRA SERIES - STAND ALONE NOVEL

Emily Davis, a new actress, is forced into a contractual relationship with Damien Miller because he threatens to release a video that could destroy her career. She has to take the place of Damien's wife so that the billionaire can take revenge on Victoria's family, who he believes are responsible for his wife's accident.
Playing a person is easy, because that's Emily's specialty.
But what happens when Emily falls in love with Damien because of the way he treats her? Can Emily end her contract relationship with Damien without getting her heart broken? What if Damien likes her too?

"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.

Scarlet Yu is a simple girl. She's willing to do everything just for her sister's sake! And one day she made a contract with the very famous business tycoon Tyron Zaires. She agreed to be the Billionaire's secret wife for a reason.

What if they fall in love with each other? What if Scarlet will suffer a lot of challenges that will come to her life, with Tyron? What if Tyron will leave her after his great love come back? Will she be happy in the end?

Let's step into Scarlet's little world and witness her contracted marriage with the billionaire Tyron Zaires.

At darkest night
His tone was somewhat sarcastic, "First time?"
My body trembled a little, and I swallowed bitterly,
"My first time was during the last surgery..."
I gave my first time to a cold and sterile operation.
Could there be anything more absurd and ridiculous than that?
His body paused for a moment, and
he whispered in my ear, "Very good, you are still innocent."


When she was eighteen and had nowhere to turn, she reluctantly signed that surrogate agreement. Little did she know that she would give birth to a pair of twins... and so she secretly kept one of them hidden... Several years later, by coincidence, she discovered a boy who looked exactly like her son. And the boy's father turned out to be a tremendously wealthy and powerful man!"

She came to prove he was a murderer. She never planned to want him.

Three wives have died inside the Ashford house. One drown and two fall from the stairs. Nobody in town has ever asked why.

Ivy Calloway knows better because her cousin was wife number two.

So she takes a housekeeper's job under the roof of billionaire Dominic Ashford, with a false name, a hidden recorder, and one mission: get the proof and take his two little boys out of that house forever.

But the man she hates looks at her like she's the first thing he's wanted in fourteen months.

The town smiles too widely. The sheriff warns her offand somewhere behind the walls, a woman hums a lullaby at midnight.

Ivy has built a lie to survive this house but the house has been building something too.

Haunted. Obsessive. Impossible to put down.

Billionaire Bennett Graham urgently needed a wife to close a business deal but his fiancée wasn’t ready to tie the knots yet. So his grandmother picked the most unassuming maid for him. Everything was supposed to go incredibly well, and all he had to do was wait until he divorced her a year later. But after seeing Maliyah’s ocean eyes…it wasn’t looking simple anymore. *** Before I could get her up, it was as if she felt the light and an uncomfortable sound came out of her mouth. "Uh-huh..." She raised her hand to cover her eyes. But I didn't have time to wait for her to wake up, so I told her to "Get Up." My voice seemed to scare her, and her light-fearing eyes suddenly widened and she kept moving to the corner. The only voice in the quiet art room was her fear-filled voice, "No...please...go away...don't come close to me." She was afraid of me? I hadn't even spoken to her before, what was she afraid of? This was definitely not going to work, I couldn't talk to her if she couldn't calm down. Then I moved closer to her, my hand on her trembling shoulder, and I whispered soothingly “Calm down.I’m not going to hurt you.I’m not going to hurt you.”I assured and then she moved her hair away from her face as if to stare at me properly. Our eyes met.It was that moment. It felt as if I was enchanted for a moment. Those ocean eyes were the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.

I was nine months pregnant, soaking in the tub, when an anonymous email popped up.
The first attachment was my husband’s medical report. [Severe Azoospermia. 100% Sterile.]
I touched my swollen belly. If Arthur was sterile, whose baby was this?
The second attachment was a news article. [Billionaire's Pregnant Wife Drowns in Master Bath.]
The publication date was tomorrow morning. I thought it was a sick prank.
Then, the bathroom door opened. My husband stood there, loosening his tie.
"You look beautiful tonight," he murmured.

He divorced me for a girl who reminded him of who I used to be.

For five years, I played the perfect wife.

I traded my motorcycle for a luxury car, my camera for boardroom meetings, and my freedom for the suffocating rules of his old-money world.

I changed everything about myself to make him happy.

But when he looked at me, all he saw was a cold, calculating socialite.

He told me he missed the girl who used to ride through the desert with him at 2 AM.

He forgot that he was the one who made me sell my bike.

I didn’t fight when he handed me the divorce papers.

I just asked for the car and the lake house, then quietly signed my name.

He thought I was being greedy.

He didn’t realize that when I walked out the door, I was also taking the copyrights to his company’s billion-dollar project and the shares I had been quietly buying for years.

He got the girl who looked like the old me.

But I walked away with everything.

t the most expensive medical charity gala in Manhattan, Avery Hale came in through the service corridor because she hated cameras. She wore a black dress without a label, carried her own coat, and kept her name off every donor wall.

That was the point. For seven years, Avery had hidden the money she made from film scores and documentary royalties inside an anonymous foundation that paid for surgeries, trials, and second chances for children whose families had run out of all three. She had built Second Dawn quietly because quiet was the one thing her old family had never been able to take from her.

Then the Mercers saw her.

The parents who had adopted her and discarded her. The golden son they had asked her to fund, praise, and disappear for. The family that once called her selfish for wanting college now called her a fraud for standing in a room she had paid to build.

They thought Avery had slipped into the gala to beg. They thought the powerful man watching from the edge of the ballroom was only another rich stranger. They thought public shame would make her small again.

They were wrong about every part of her.

I gave up my surgical career to be his wife. He gave our anniversary night to his ex.
Three years of cold shoulders, public humiliations, and a husband who believed every lie Celeste whispered.
I endured it all—until I discovered I was carrying his child. I left just divorce papers and an empty mansion.
Now I'm Dr. Victoria Preston again. The renowned heart surgeon they said I'd never be.
My brother helped me disappear. My best friend made sure the divorce was airtight. And I'm raising my daughter in peace.
But Nathaniel Preston isn't the same man who signed those papers.
He's seen my face on every medical journal.
He's lost sleep staring at the sonogram I left behind.
And when he finally finds me, his eyes are no longer cold, they're burning with obsession.
He says he'll win me back even if it takes the rest of his life.
But Celeste isn't done. She wants my child, my reputation, my life.
And Nathaniel's mother is helping her.
They thought I was the docile wife who would break.
They never met Dr. Victoria Preston.

In his past life, Ethan was thrown straight to the flesh-eating horde by his bitter rival, Ryan.
Reborn days before the outbreak, he liquidates every asset he owns to build an impenetrable fortress—trading useless paper wealth for heavy steel plates, industrial deadbolts, and hard inventory numbers.
Ten days later, hell opens up, and the suburbs turn into a lawless, blood-soaked meat grinder.
Then comes a frantic knock on his heavy security door.
It’s Mara—Ryan’s drop-dead gorgeous, curvaceous wife—soaked to the bone, desperate, and begging for shelter.
Behind his wall of monitors, Ethan looks down at the security feed with absolute, icy detachment.
"My fortress. My rules. Out here, I call the shots."

When Leo Ross came home, his daughter was dying.

His wife was gone.

And every door to the truth was guarded by armed men.

Most people would call the police.

Leo declared war.

A former Delta Force legend, Leo tears through gangs, mercenaries, and criminal empires in a desperate race to save his family.

But the deeper he digs, the darker the truth becomes.

Someone has been planning this for years.

Someone powerful.

Someone who wants him dead.

They stole his wife.

Now he's coming for everything they own.

"I'm all yours, take me," she whispered, running her finger all over the bare part of the chest, and sealing her fate with that one word.

"Once you become mine, you are mine alone!" He whispered the warning.


On that forbidden night of her eighteenth birthday, Eleanora's bond linked her to the one man she wished ill upon, the same man that had taken her innocence and disappeared without a word, the ruthless Alpha Alaric; worse still, he was the older brother to the man she secretly desired.

Torn between two brothers, one who owns her soul yet forbids her touch and the other whose forbidden touch she yearns for, Eleanora realises that there is more to her mate mark than just a claim.

She was not just a target but prey hunted by both brothers for far darker motives.

In a bid to change her fate, she journeys farther into a perilous territory; doom is now inevitable.

"Ahhhh," I moaned into the pillow, not wanting the neighbors to hear as they would immediately tell Mom about it.
"Ahhhh," this time it came out louder as I felt a shockwave of ectasy and satisification go through my body. This was the best feeling ever.
Suddenly, a gentle night breeze blew through my open window, My curtains fluttered open, and I looked up to find myself face to face with those breathtaking green eyes, they were like two emeralds glittering from his dark room, it was like they could see right through my soul, Aamon Blackwood!!!
My heart skipped a beat as our eyes met across the distance. I felt a wave of panic wash over me.
Had he seen everything? I tried to sit up, to cover myself, but it was too late.
My bully, step brother had just seen me pleasuring myself! Gosh!


Haven is a simple wolf human hybrid girl living her simple life, she likes to publish erotic novel online under a hidden name. She secretly has been crushing on the ice hockey captain Ryder since they were in highschool but she has never gathered the guys to tell him.
One day, her annoying stepbrother, Aamon discovers her secret and blackmails her into becoming his "servant". Will they keep their relationship strictly just slave and master? Or will they break all boundaries and fall into temptation?

Eliza's life was destroyed by them: her boyfriend and her best friend. Five years ago, her boyfriend's career was at its lowest point and Eliza sacrificed everything to support him. However, her best friend fooled Eliza to be a surrogate mother. When her boyfriend led a successful career, he dumped Eliza because she had lost her virginity and had babies. It was just an excuse for the affair between the shameless couple. Losing all interest in life, she agreed to marry Mr. Valentine, a disfigured billionaire who likes to torture women in bed. It was said that his two exes died horribly in bed. Eliza didn't know that Mr. Valentine was the man she used to carry babies for. In this way, she got a handsome husband and a pair of adorable twins...

After serving three years for a crime I didn't commit, I discovered the devastating truth on my release day: Chase Grayson, my husband, had divorced and betrayed me, marrying my younger sister. Worse still, he sold me to Axel Blackwood, a powerful and feared stranger. Heartbroken and trapped in Axel's world of secrets and lies, I faced a new prison that threatened to consume me.

Warning Matured Scenes Rated +18

"Because it has been two years since you and Mr. Leo separated, your admirers and fans are wondering whether you have moved on and if you are seeking another life partner." The interviewer asked.

"For the time being, I'm not searching for a new relationship considering Leo and I haven't officially divorced. I did not attempt an annulment of my marriage. I also have no intention of filing for divorce."

I will not divorce him because I do not want him to be happy with his mistress. I won’t let them be happy. They will suffer in the same way that I did. No one is going to have a happy-ever-after ending.

Leopold Fontaine, my billionaire husband, who had an affair with someone else. I'm quite informed that he didn't marry me because we were in love with each other, and that the marriage was solely for the sake of our respective businesses. Nevertheless, I agreed to the marriage because I adored him and because I was still his wife on paper—I am not going to allow anybody else to live in my home without my permission.

He has done me wrong, and I am Blossom Belmont Fontaine, his wife, who will make way for him to suffer, and they will pay the price for what they have done.

Marrying her professor, Shane Coffey, was a terrible disaster for Cammila because she had to keep her marriage a secret from everyone on campus, including her best friend, Sarah. Besides, Shane only married her to fulfill his grandfather's requirements for inheritance. There was no love between the two. Shane was a super prick guy on campus and at home.
But as time went by, Cammila started to get used to Shane. He was not as evil as she thought. Shane saved her from a crazy psychopath who almost raped her. Sadly, when Cammila started to have feelings for Shane, his long lost ex-girlfriend returned. Cammila knew that Shane still loved Miley. First love will never be forgotten easily.
Shane divorced Cammila to get back to his ex-girlfriend. Cammila thought her life was the saddest thing in the world. She was divorced while pregnant with Shane's baby. But, unbeknownst to her, Shane was actually protecting her from something dangerous, which threatened to ruin their future if they stayed together.

"Our relationship is just a contracted marriage. You and I, both have benefits. Don’t think I'll give you something called love. I will never love you."

He looked at the woman sitting on the bed, coldly warning her not to do anything too extreme.

Amanda's life is associated with criticism and abandonment from her parents, from others. Her face had a terrifying scar, even her voice was stolen. Amanda suddenly realized, she was just a piece of chess for others to take advantage of. When she is no longer worth taking advantage of, she will be discarded and trampled on.

Unlike Amanda, Justin is the second son of the Stephen family who is highly respected. He has a traumatic past and was also an outcast. Because of past wounds, Justin doesn't trust anyone. All relationships around him are just taking advantage.

Two people come together, because of a marriage contract.

But, with such a long time together, can Amanda's tenderness touch Justin's cold heart? Will Justin realize that he still has something called love?

And what will be the relationship between the two of them after the contracted marriage ends?

Olivia thought she had found true love when she married Ethan Williams. But when he callously left her for another woman, she realized she had been nothing more than a stand-in wife, since she looked so much like the woman he truly loved.
Devastated and brokenhearted, she resolved to take revenge on the man who had betrayed her.
But when Ethan returns, begging for another chance and declaring his love, Olivia finds herself torn between her desire for revenge and the possibility of a second chance at love. Will she forgive him and start over, or will she stick to her plan of revenge and let the past consume her?

The same day that Elizabeth found out that a life starts to grow inside her, Charles asked her to sign papers she never thought that she would ever receive.

“Ellie, sign this,” Charles said and put down the envelope he was holding on top of the glass table.

“What is that?” She asked while looking at the envelope. It was the first time that Charles wanted her to sign something and she doubted if it had something to do with the business.

“Divorce paper,” Charles simply said while looking at her.

Upon hearing the words that came out from Charles, Elizabeth was unable to open her mouth.

She felt like her heart was stabbed by a sharp knife and how she wished that she had just died that day.

“Babe… Charles baby…” Elizabeth heard that endearment, coming from Elaine Imperial. She’s Charles' childhood sweetheart.

She felt a bucket of cold water pour out all over her body. Without a second thought, she immediately signed the divorce paper. Then, she turned back to hide the tears that were flowing down from her eyes.

"W-what are you doing?" I was shocked and couldn't move because Dante's hands were holding my body.

"Remember! You are my wife and you have to do what a wife should do to your husband!"

I couldn't breathe for a moment. His face was too close to mine. "What do you mean?"

"Serve me in bed tonight!"

My eyes cut perfectly. I couldn't believe the man who was my sister's future husband asked me to serve him in bed. "But ..."

"But what?" Dante's face got closer even our seeds were united but I couldn't do anything. I closed my eyes and let Dante do what he wanted. His lips were so soft and fragrant I couldn't hold my breath anymore I could die here.

Then Dante just left me. "Go to sleep! I'll wait for you until you're ready."


Aurora did not expect that she would marry the man my sister loved.

Today should be my sister's wedding. However, when the event was about to take place, suddenly my sister left a letter stating that she could not marry Dante for whatever reason. Where he is the CEO of the CNM Group where this company is a magnet for all companies in this country,

This made Dante's family feel humiliated, and they asked Aurora, who was Molly May's young sister, to continue the marriage with Dante, replacing Molly May.

How is Aurora's story next? Will she and Dante live happily with their sudden marriage?

“You, I chose you to be my seventh wife.”
Her eyes widened. She couldn’t believe that among the twenty women that passed through his evaluation, he chose her!
“C-can you choose another woman?”
“I chose you. No one in this room passed through my taste. It was only you, I will make sure to get you pregnant, Shiloh."

Shiloh Harding, a 25-year-old half human and half Lycan from a wealthy family but when her father died, their family fell into debt that they needed to pay off.

Loki Roosevelt, a 38-year-old ruthless and powerful King Alpha of Verlice. He is the last male royal blood of Roosevelt, unfortunately, after trying to conceive a child for twenty years over six wives, the Royal Council wanted him to surrender the throne. In order to keep his position, he has to do everything to conceive a child within the year.

She had a dream about him, saying his vows to her, that they would be together forever, and then her best friend woke her up. Good thing because that dream she had is a nightmare! What Sadie didn't know is that going to her new job today is the start of her real-life nightmare? Or will she realise as she spends more time with her Boss, slash husband it is a sweet reality dream after all? Let's see as we start the beginning of Sadie and Kayden's love story. No one is good enough to deserve the charming, assertive, cocky, smart and bad boy type Kayden Freniere. Almost everyone around him admires him. Kayden the CEO and Sadie his secretary. They have a cold and thrilling relationship. One moment, she feels like he is torturing her then the next thing she knew she was fascinated by him. However what could happen if, the secret about Sadie his secretary and him they were hiding the most suddenly came out? That they are married for years now. Will Kayden defend her and act like the Knight in shining armour Sadie needs or will he deny the connection they have with each other? One thing for sure, he wants his Wife back for some reason he can't name but the question is ... does she want him back too?

Shenell’s life falls apart the day she walks in on her husband fucking another woman.
Humiliated, alone, and broken, she walks into a bar and meets Vincent—the one man who makes her feel wanted again.

Until the next morning…
Her ex-husband is found murdered.
All evidence points to her.
And everyone says Vincent is the man she killed her ex-husband for.

To the world, she’s a liar.
To the media, she’s a murderer.
To the court, she’s insane.
And to her in-laws, she's a slut.

But Shenell remembers a man who held her, kissed her, protected her.
A man she swears saved her life.

Only one problem—Vincent might truly not be what he poses to be.

This is a story about heartbreak, gaslighting, trauma, and a mind trying to protect itself the only way it knows how:

By inventing love when reality becomes too unbearable.

Was she framed?
Did she kill him?
Or did her heart destroy her sanity?

Warning! Mature scene explicit [R+18]

When the time I had nowhere to go because I had lost everything, he came. He showed me and made me feel the things I missed early on. He gave me the ones I had never tried and experienced.

But the person I thought I could trust completely was just another poison slowly spreading through my body. Someone who did all that to forget the tragedy that befell my sister.
How can I resist the love that, in the first place, should not have begun? How can I forgive myself for something I do not know?

We have hundred days to pretend that we are a happy couple.

But the secret they had kept for so long was revealing.

"We've been together for three years. We married in Germany in spring."
"Three years… You said residency. You said you couldn't leave her chemo."
"I couldn't. You were doing fine without me. Better, actually. I think God gave her that illness so you'd stay busy while I figured myself out."


I kept his secret for six years. Every time someone asked where my husband was, I said Germany. I said residency. I said he was building something for us.
I believed it because Zoe was sick and I could not afford to fall apart. I found out at a restaurant. He walked in with her, his hand on her back, her ring on his finger.
He looked at me the way you look at someone you have already decided does not matter. He said Zoe's illness was God's way of keeping me occupied while he moved on.
I signed the papers. I left. I did not let him see me break.
Fourteen months later my daughter was accepted into the Harlow Foundation's post-cancer program and I walked into that building for her. Not for me. The way I have done everything for six years.
I did not plan for Ethan.
I did not plan for the way he speaks to my daughter before he ever speaks to me, or the way he looks at me like I am something worth being patient for. I did not plan to find out his sister is the woman my husband left me for.
He says he is not going anywhere. I have heard that before. But Ethan Harlow is not Daniel. And I am not the woman who waited in silence anymore. I am just learning what comes next.

Three months after my miscarriage, my family wore me down until I stepped off the board.

Nolan knelt before me and said he wanted to rebuild our marriage — that I should rest at home. I thought it was fate's only compensation for the child it had taken.

Then one day, while planning his fortieth-birthday surprise at the club, I heard him pin the brand director Aubrey against a wall of wisteria and kiss her —

"The moment the tenth-anniversary gala ends and the funding lands, my CEO seat is locked. She can throw all the fits she wants — she won't touch my control. Three more weeks."

I stood there. I didn't walk in. I didn't cry.

The next day, I returned to headquarters under the pretext of "slowly finding my footing," and began pulling every financial record.

A $20,000-a-month Manhattan apartment booked as a "VIP Client Hospitality Suite." Two weeks in Paris logged as a "European Market Study." Monthly consulting fees flowing straight into Aubrey's private studio.

And worse — he forged my signature, attaching it to a funding proposal that gutted my equity and would cut me out of the company I built with my own hands.

He was waiting for the gala to throw me out.

So was I.

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.