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Maggie Moon thought she had the perfect life—until a video exposed her husband’s affair.

When she confronted him, he shoved her down the stairs, determined to silence her forever.

She survived. But woke with no memory of the man who tried to murder her.

Now she lives with a charming, powerful husband she doesn’t know is a monster. Will she ever find out?

"I own you, mi esposa," he asserts, his voice frightening as always. "And if you think you can try to weasel your way out of our marriage—like you've failed numerous times, you have another thing coming, cause the last I checked," he pins me to the wall, face inches from mine, my legs wrapped around his waist, and my heartbeat in shreds as I inhale his threats. "Our vows were sacred, and so is my leverage."

Then he frees his cock and rams into me with blinding rage.

My heart plummets as I throw my head back and whimper with broken need.


What started as a naive act of sisterly love backfired when Liora's sister, Skylar Fletcher, revealed the true reason she begged Liora to take her place at the altar.

Still holding a grudge against Liora and secretly out for revenge, Skylar tricked Liora into marrying the cold-hearted and ruthless billionaire Mafia boss, who's rumored to have murdered his ex-wife in cold blood.

By the time Liora realizes the truth and seeks an escape from the trap called marriage, it's almost too late—Lorenzo Sorrentino is onto her.




—This book is purely dark romance. You have been warned— Enjoy your read

He grabbed me by the waist, pushing me against the cold walls. His hard body and weight pressed against me with eyes as black as darkness itself. “Being hot-headed will only put you in danger Elena,” His intoxicating minty breath filled my nostrils and I fought the urge to break down in his arms.

I let the hate and rage burn my entire body. “So what do you expect me to do? Sit pretty and wait till they come for me and successfully kill me like they did with my parents?” I screamed, unable to stop the tears that rushed down my eyes.

His strong hold against my body loosened, but his eyes remained a dark Abyss and I wished I could see a flicker of emotion in his eyes, even if it was for a second.

“Elena,” Just the call of my name from his lips sent my heart racing, but I had to force myself to remember he was a devil and I'll only get hurt. “You are drunk,” He finally said, releasing me and walking to the table. “What you need is some warm tea to sober you up,”

“No, I don't want tea, Dimitri. What I need is to find my poor sisters and get the bastards responsible for the deaths of my parents. And then, I'll end their miserable lives,” I bit out with muffled rage.

Dimitri paused, as he shifted yet another cold gaze to me. “Well unfortunately, we are all out of bitter revenge tonight, so it's either tea or nothing, sweet Elena,”


Elena Connor wakes up from a coma with no memories of the last two years of her life. Someone wants her dead for a secret she can't remember, and this someone may be responsible for the deaths of her family.

On our one-year anniversary, my husband Julian gifted me an antique ring.
Putting it on cost me everything.
I miscarried, grew paralyzed, and rapidly withered into a husk. And Julian? He convinced everyone that the trauma had simply driven a grieving mother insane.
Eventually, even I believed him.
It wasn’t until the moment of my murder that the truth finally clicked.
The ring wasn't a blessing; it was a parasitic siphon.
Then, I opened my eyes—
I was back at the anniversary dinner.

On our third wedding anniversary, my husband Hill invited many friends over for a party at the house. Everyone was noisily playing games, and the challenge was to reveal a private secret about someone in the room.
When it was Elsa's turn, she pointed at Hill's lower body. "Hill has a crescent-shaped birthmark. It's in a very private spot."
After saying this, Elsa collapsed onto the sofa laughing. Hill pretended to be angry, jumped up, and pounced on Elsa, smacking her on the butt.
I was frozen in shock. Hill's birthmark really was extremely private—you couldn't even see it without looking closely. I only discovered it myself after being married to him for a year.
Sensing my emotional shift, everyone stopped their roughhousing.
Elsa shrugged nonchalantly. "Zoe, don't overthink it. Before you got married, someone slipped Hill something once. I had no choice but to help him out. But don't worry, I promise he saved his first time for you."
Then she tapped her lips. "I used this place back then. Wore me out, honestly."
I felt my stomach churn violently and nearly threw up. Without thinking, I hurled my wine glass directly at Elsa.
"Sorry. Slipped. Just trying to help you rinse your mouth."

My ex-husband found me selling hair clips at a flea market. Rosie was asleep in her stroller.
"Come home. She's too young for this."
I said yes.
After that, I stopped checking his phone.
Rosie stopped crying when the other girl took her toys.
He spent the night at Simone's—we didn't call.
We ran into them at the mall—we walked the other way.
We finally became what he always wanted. Easy. Quiet. No drama.
So why is he the one who can't sleep now?
"Why don't you get mad anymore?"
"Rosie, why won't you ask me to stay?"

On Halloween night, a sharp stench of chlorine and cheap booze woke me up.
I opened my eyes to a man grinning at the bedroom door.
It was my husband, David, soaking wet and showing off the liquor he’d vanished hours ago to buy.
I cursed him out, called him a liar, and demanded a divorce. He just kept that idiotic smile.
Then my phone rang. It was his best friend, Mark.
"Claire, David drowned drunk in the pool!"

Five years ago, I stepped in front of a crossbow bolt for Lucian Vael, and he turned me into a vampire before I had the chance to say no.
He told me I was the first person he'd loved in six hundred years. He bought a castle and named it after me. He reserved a spot for me in his family's crypt so we'd lie there together when the time came—right beside his parents, in the inner ring where only blood and the most beloved go.
While I spent four years bleeding myself dry over ancient rites, trying to carry his child, he was across the city watching another woman do it on her first try. Using my research to get there.
He named one of the twins Soren. That was the name I'd chosen.
The night I found out, I was seven weeks pregnant.
I didn't tell him.
I called Mira and said: I need him to think I'm dead.

"You think you walked away and I'd just let you go?" His whisper pressed against my ear, dangerous and intoxicating. "Two and a half years, Sienna. Do you know what that does to a man?"

He spun me around to face the door, my palms pinned against cold wood, his chest searing against my back like a brand. His hand slipped beneath my hem, fingers tracing up the inside of my thigh with punishing slowness.

"Every time I see you," his teeth grazed my shoulder, "I remember exactly what you look like when you lose control."

"Ethan, don't—"

"Your mouth says don't." His fingers found me, and my knees nearly gave out. "But your body is begging me to keep going."

He was right. God damn him, he was right. My hips rolled against his hand without permission, chasing something I had spent two years pretending I did not need.

"Say my name," he commanded, his voice wrecked beyond recognition. "The way you used to."

And I did. On the ruins of every rational thought I had left, I did.

He ruined me once.
And now he’s back to finish the job—I can feel it.

Else how do you explain this?
The one man I should never see again is everywhere.
In my head.
In my bed when I close my eyes.
In the wet dreams that leave me aching for the man who ghosted me after four years.

That isn’t normal. Nothing about this is normal.

People run from danger. They run from pain.
But me? It feels like I’m running straight toward it.
Or worse—like it’s running toward me.

Roman Ward.
The bane of my existence.
And God help me… the only man I can’t escape.

My jaws locked, and I pushed all thoughts aside. “I hear you are going to marry my sister.”

His dark pink lips, which used to kiss every part of me, twitched. “That is the plan. Why?”

“Rosaline has a boyfriend,” I said.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Rosaline cried.

“My sister cannot marry you.” I ignored the angry reactions from my father and sister.

“So?” Nathaniel questioned. He seemed curious about where that moment was headed.

“Nathaniel Storm…” Suddenly, my hands felt sweaty. I clasped them to hide that sign of my nervousness. “Marry me.” His dark eyes, the colour of the stormy sea, narrowed as he considered my words. “Instead of Rosaline, marry me.”

Rita gave up her life of luxury for love, hiding her billionaire roots to marry James, a humble farmer. But her fairy-tale romance soon turned into a nightmare of betrayal, abuse, and heartbreak. Forced to sign divorce papers, she vanished, taking with her a secret that could have changed everything. James thought he had moved on with the governor’s daughter, but his dream life crumbled when the truth about Linnet's past emerged. Stricken by regret, he discovers the shocking reality: Rita wasn’t the burden he believed her to be, she was the blessing he let slip away. Now, armed with newfound determination and desperation, James is chasing the woman he wronged, only to find Rita reborn as a powerful and untouchable force. As she thrives with the son he never knew, James must confront his failures and fight for the chance to rewrite their story. Can a shattered love be pieced back together, or is James too late to reclaim the life he destroyed?

“W-what…what are you saying, Caesar,” Grace was in disbelief as tears lingered in her eyes. “Let's divorce Grace, she's back?” Caesar muttered coldly, shattering Grace's heart. Her grip on the envelope containing the divorce papers tightened.

“This can't be… I'm your wife, and I'm…” she attempted to tell him the good news of her pregnancy. “The love of my life is back…you were just a substitute,” his words echoed in Grace's ears. She was simply a substitute and nothing else. Five years later, Grace made an entrance in Caesar's life.

“You can't run away from me… I know you still love me…”
“I don't love you anymore, Caesar, now let go!” Grace tried to flee Caesar's stronghold, but unfortunately, he shoved her against the wall gently. “Let me go…you're hurting…”
“What are you doing to my mommy,” a small melodious voice of a little girl got Caesar's attention, he turned around only to find a little girl standing behind him with a stern expression. “Mommy?” Why was the little girl referring to Grace as mom? ~~~~

Grace always thought she had a perfect husband and happy marriage until her world shattered when Caesar's past walked through the door, disrupting their seemingly perfect marriage.
A girlfriend, the love of his life, appeared out of nowhere, demanding her place in Caesar's heart. Instantly, their once-unbreakable bond crumbled, leaving Grace utterly devastated.
Confusion and heartache enveloped her as Caesar made the painful request for a divorce, even when she was expecting his child. Five years later, Grace was back to where it all started. This time with a solid heart and a goal to protect her daughter.

I saw a post on Reddit, "Urgent! How do I convince my wife to donate bone marrow to my mistress?"

I scoffed and typed back, "What a piece of shit."

Right after I hit send, my husband came home. He grasped my hand, his voice shaky: "You have leukemia... but it's okay, we found a donor."

His right eye twitched—he always did that when he lied.

Then I remembered the worst comment on that post, "Trick your wife into thinking she's the patient."

Life imitating the internet, apparently.

He wanted to harvest my bone marrow for someone else.

When I finally saw his mistress's face, my world fell apart.

I never thought his mistress would be her......

When you run into your highschool bf, who now is a billionaire, at a restaurant, he cornered you in a toilet
"Behavior yourself." You warned him
"Be a good girl if you don't want to be heard. "

Note: Explicit, erotic content. Not for readers younger than 18 please.

    “Take it off Abby” he demanded looking so fierce but sexy.
      “As you wish master” I returned . I placed my hand on my white shirt and pulled it off through my head slowly.
     “Don’t rush things Abby” he would always warn.
     I took my hands slowly to my back as I tried so hard to reach for my bra hook. I got it. I thought to myself.
    I was about unhooking it but then he interfered.
    “Stop Abby, don’t move” He said to me while he sat down on his seat gazing at me.
      “Imagine me walking round where you are standing this minute. Imagine my hands on your body as you take off your bra hook” He tried creating an invincible scene in my head.
     My hands unhooked my bra unknowingly and I felt the urge to grab him immediately, but no… that wasn’t how it was done with Alex.

On her wedding day, Harper was humiliated and left by her fiancé for another woman. Unexpectedly, Logan, her fiancé's father, stepped forward and offered to take Ethan's place and marry Harper. Everyone was shocked. Harper's parents also disapproved.

However, Harper agreed to marry Logan on a mission of revenge. Instead of seeking revenge, Harper was driven mad by Logan's love and pampering. The entire country knew that Logan deeply loved the woman who was supposed to be his son's wife. Not only was she pampered by Logan, but Harper also gained the respect of everyone.

Seeing her father's happiness with his ex-fiancée, Ethan became upset. He felt that happiness should have been his. He regretted choosing another woman. So he used all means to win Harper back.

"Make love to me." I pleaded. I wasn't thinking straight and I was only doing this to get back at Benjamin but the way Saint was currently looking at me did not help with my decision making. "Make love to you?" He repeated. He was probably baffled seeing as I was dating his nephew.
"Yes." I didn't back down. Saint took a few steps closer to me, making me falter. Was he finally going to throw me out of his room for talking such nonsense? I held my breath as I waited for the inevitable rejection. "I don't make love, mia cara. I fuck."
When Adriana Jensen catches her boyfriend cheating on her with her best friend, her first idea is to get back at him by sleeping with his uncle, Saint, but when she is rejected by him, she sees it as a challenge and stops at nothing to make him break before their trip is over.
What starts as revenge soon turns into a fake relationship, one that comes with a price: being under his control, following his orders, and living by his rules.
Saint Rossi has no business lusting after his nephew's girlfriend but he cannot help his obsession, especially after she boldly gives herself to him. He tries his best to stay away from her because she is too good to be brought into his darkness, but it seems like fate had other plans for the pair.

"How was I supposed to explain to my husband that I had another man's sperm inside me?"
Some mistakes can be hidden, but others come back to claim everything.
Mirabella thought she was building a future, until one chilling mistake at the fertility clinic shattered her world. Instead of her husband's child, she's carrying the baby of a stranger. Desperate to protect herself from her family, she agrees to a secret arrangement.
She signs a deal with the devil: carry the child, take the money, and disappear.
But nothing is ever that simple.

Raven Lopez, the estranged heiress of a powerful family, sacrifices her fortune and her pride to save her husband Viktor’s collapsing empire.
She raises his children as her own and builds his success from the ground up only for his former lover to return and her world to fall apart.

Blinded in a hospital accident and abandoned by the man she gave everything to, Raven is forced to depend on an arrogant doctor, Killian….the one man she should never trust. As she regains her sight, she uncovers shattering truths.

Her amnesia, her failed marriage, and even her blindness were all part of a twisted plan set in motion by the two brothers who claimed to love her or rather three brothers.

The last brother had always been a mystery,lurking in the dark and waiting for her to be most vulnerable before he possesses her. Now that she's been divorce,he returns to claim what has always been his.

One brother wanted her wealth. One wanted to own her completely. One loved her, but broke her first to make her his.

Torn between three brothers,Raven must submit to one of them or they all ruin her.

WARNING ⚠️ ?

For the girls that take interest in books with trigger warnings,May God help us.   :⁠-⁠)

This book is not for the faint of heart. It's dark,contains stalking,forced proximity,sexual situations (quite a lot),violence , kidnapping, gory scenes,non/dub con, manipulation etc

Celine was forced to take her twin sister's place as the bride. Three months later, Clara returned and Jace filed for a divorce.

Celine discover that she was pregnant with twins, but she hide it from Jace and fled, only to get kidnapped.

Clara took her twin sister's baby and presented him to Jace. .
Do you think Jace will discover the truth?

Find out.

Lust.

One of the seven deadly sins.

A sin that rooted itself inside one's core, all consuming like a raging flame until the ashes were the only remnant of the soul that was left. It destroyed, it broke- but fuck! It felt way too good, way too heavenly, to not let herself indulge into this beautiful disaster.

Lust is a sin Stella Williams was willing to burn for, burn into.

Stella Williams lusts for her Husband's Brother and vice versa...

Read this tale of forbbiden romance between the girl named Stella and the guy named Kevin Williams.

For three years, she was known as the barren Luna, the Alpha's mate. But when she discovers she's pregnant, her heart swells with joy, eager to share the news. Just as she prepares to reveal her secret, Alpha Xavier drops a bombshell: he’s in love with her half-sister and wants a divorce!

“Alpha Xavier, step out of that limo and face me! Don’t hide like a coward!” she challenges, her voice fierce and unwavering.

“What do you want now? Money?” he replies, indifferent and dismissive, avoiding her gaze.

With a smirk, she retorts, “Living among humans has dulled your senses. Those papers only split assets. We’re werewolves, remember?”

Confusion flickers in his eyes as he struggles to grasp her words.

Before he can react, she declares, “Right here, right now, I’m breaking our mating bond, Alpha Xavier.”

A sharp pain pierces his chest—he never imagined she would take not just his heart, but his very essence.

I was lonely, I was desperate and I made a choice I can't undo. I am Aria and my husband never had time for me so I slept with my step-father-in-law who satisfies me the way I want but as fate would have it, I got pregnant for him. The option was to either discard the baby or keep it till the truth came out, out of the two options I chose the first. Discard the baby.
However, my attending doctor happens to be my husband's side chick, the reason why my husband never made time for me. She has a choice to either rat me out to my husband so she could get into the house or help remove it and I secure my marriage. Two options but she chose none but...

Loanshark Frank Powers lives by two simple philosophies:Loyalty to friends.You sign, you’re mine.Go back on your word, and Frank pays you a visit. If he likes you, and if he believes you, the brass syringe stays in his pocket.Now Frank must become a savior instead of a shylock. Many lives now depend on his strength and old skills shaken free of mothballs.Gangsters, guns, girls, and greed. Agonist rides a rollercoaster through the dips and dives of rage and redemption.

Amelia escaped her marriage three years ago but escaping her husband was the easy part. Staying hidden is harder. Using stolen identities and borrowed names, she moves from city to city, surviving quietly until one reckless night at an exclusive masked club changes everything. The man she steals from that night isn’t just rich but dangerous.

It is the worst mistake she has ever made.

Enzo doesn’t know her name, her face, or where she ran to but he remembers one detail about the mysterious thief who shared his bed— a small heart-shaped birthmark beneath her breast. When Amelia unknowingly walks into his office weeks later under another stolen identity, Enzo recognizes her instantly. Now the hunt becomes something far more dangerous than revenge because Amelia isn't just his thief but the wife of his stepbrother who he hates.

Both men want her and neither is ready to let her go.

After being brought home by my biological parents, I thought I'd finally get the love I'd been missing.

But no matter what I did, they only blamed me for bullying my adopted sister. My husband would just look at me with disgust.

They thought I was cruel and evil. When my adopted sister was diagnosed with leukemia, they forced me to donate bone marrow to her.

I was forced to eat and exercise, gaining twenty pounds in half a month.

My adopted sister suddenly looked at me and said, "Sis, to tell you the truth, I don't have leukemia at all. I'm just playing with you. When you die on the operating table, I'll be with your husband."

I felt so sick I wanted to die.

But I couldn't die.

I had to survive.

I had to crawl out of this hell alive!

My daughter Lily was shot dead while she was performing on her own stage.
I rushed forward to shield her, and a speaker crashed down onto my right shoulder. The bone shattered.
My husband, Vincent, “shot the gunman dead” at once and sealed off the entire opera house.
When I woke up in the hospital room, the pain almost suffocated me. My right shoulder was wrapped in thick bandages, and when I tried to raise my arm, all I felt was a numb.
“…This isn’t what we agreed on.” The doctor’s voice was low and unsteady. “We only needed her blood sample for matching. Why did it have to go this far?”
“Lily’s blood type is a perfect match. This is the best possible outcome,” Vincent said. “I married Elena for this moment. I’ve been waiting for it.”
The doctor was silent for a few seconds. “But she’s your daughter… There’s no need to sacrifice a life, even if she is a Salaceno.”
Vincent cut him off. “You know how long an artificial heart can last. Camila’s daughter won’t hold out for long. I can’t put her through another surgery.”
“Camila’s child is the one I should cherish.”
At that moment, my blood ran cold. In his eyes, my daughter was nothing but an organ container.
He had no idea. All that talk about protecting his precious daughter—she wasn't even his.

My husband told me our daughter was brain-dead. He put a pen in my hand and told me to sign the organ donation form. He said it was the merciful thing to do.
I signed.
Then I watched her heart get cut out and transplanted into another child — his mistress's son.
He'd been planning it for months. The fake diagnosis, the doctor who happened to be his college girlfriend, the night his mother lured me away from the hospital so they could drug my little girl.
When I found out the truth, he killed me for it.
But somehow, I woke up back at that desk. Same pen. Same form. Same lying face waiting for my signature.
This time, I'm not signing. This time, they pay.

"Have you made your decision?"

Fenric stood behind me, his voice lower than usual.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror—a woman who had just lost her husband—and nodded.

"Ylva." He called my name again, as if to confirm.

"I've decided," I said. "I'm willing to become your mate."


I never thought losing my husband would be the easiest thing fate had done to me.

The day Soren died, I felt the bond break—not metaphorically, but truly, a tearing from the deepest part of my soul. The moment the fated bond vanished, I knew he was dead.

Then I was driven out by the Ironblood Pack, betrayed by the Greenshaw family, and nearly became a "gift" at someone's banquet.

Fenric Silvermane saved me.

Soren's best friend. The Alpha of the Silvermane Pack. One of the most powerful men in the capital.

He said he was only fulfilling a promise—Soren had entrusted me to him before leaving for battle.

But fated bonds don't lie.

The first time he caught me from falling, his inner wolf recognized me. He knew, yet chose to suppress it, to disguise that near-maddening possessiveness with his usual coldness.

Until Soren died.

He said he wanted to marry me.


I refused.

I tried to escape.

I tried to threaten him with a dagger.

He was crazier than I imagined—he turned the blade on himself and said, "Kill me and you can leave."

I finally agreed to marry him. Trading the fated bond for protection, freedom for safety.

I thought it was just a transaction.

I didn't expect him to put the treasury keys in my hands, to establish my authority among the nobles, to remember what I liked to eat.

I didn't expect that on an ordinary night, he would say in a very low voice—

"Even if your heart only holds Soren, I truly love you."

That's when I realized I was no longer just enduring him.


The mating ceremony was set exactly one month after Soren's death.

When the great hall doors opened, I saw Fenric. He stood there watching me, his ice-blue eyes full of love for me.

I took a deep breath and walked toward him.

Just then—

The hall doors were pushed open again. Soren, who was supposed to be dead, appeared before us.

On her way to her father's funeral, Elaine Foster was nearly killed by a hitman hired by her stepmother. But when she woke up, she had somehow become Audrey Parker, the wife of a powerful business tycoon. "Hahaha! Now I can cling to my CEO husband and crush those scumbags!" she thought gleefully.
Before she could even celebrate, her so-called husband coldly tossed a divorce agreement in front of her. "Audrey Parker, sign this. It's your last chance."
Divorce? Not a chance! She’d rather lose her life than her marriage.
"My love for you is as boundless as the rushing river, as unstoppable as the Yellow River in flood! How could you bear to leave me?"
The CEO’s lips twitched, and after a long pause, he managed only one word: "Leave."
Elaine took a step closer, batting her eyelashes as she playfully poked his chest. "Leave... and roll right into your arms?"
"Shameless."
She clasped her hands together in mock courtesy. "You flatter me."
From that day on, she embarked on a fearless journey—backed by the mighty CEO, no ghost or demon could touch her.

Faye Martinez, the beloved sister of Alpha, the most revered princess of The New Arctic Pack, was adored by everyone. But her fate took a turn when Alpha Timerante from The Dark Pack proposed to her.It was a marriage scheme. After they got married, Faye didn't receive any love or care from her husband Timerante. On the contrary, he repeatedly hurt Faye for his lover!Unable to bear it any longer, Faye made a solemn vow to the Moon Goddess. "I, Faye Martinez, reject you, Alpha Timerante Thompson, as my mate! Forever!"

"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.

“August, I don’t work for you anymore,” she said, voice steady.
“I’m not obligated to listen to you.”
A pause.
Then,
“Oh, but you will.”
He stepped forward.
She stepped back.
Again.
Until her back hit the wall.
Her breath caught, but she didn’t look away.
August placed both hands on either side of her.
Blocking her in completely.
No space left. No escape.
“You’re not my employee,” he said quietly.
A beat.
“But for the next 90 days…”
“…I own you.”

Weeks before his wedding, August Thorne discovers something impossible, he is already legally married.
To Genesis Michaelson, his former personal assistant who vanished three months ago without a trace.
There is no memory of the ceremony. Only fragments of a night in Las Vegas that don’t fully add up.
When the court refuses to annul the marriage due to time passed, they are left with one option: divorce.
But even that comes with a condition.
A 90-day consideration period in which they must live together as husband and wife.
What begins as a drunken mistake turns into a forced arrangement between two people who can barely stand each other, yet cannot stay away.
Tension rises. Clashes become constant, while external forces close in, determined to keep them apart and destroy Genesis in the process.
But someone is lying about what happened that night in Vegas.
And the truth runs deeper than either of them realizes, closer to home, and far more destructive than the marriage itself
Will they survive this game of lies and deceit and fall in love?

3:07 a.m. That’s when my world shattered—via a video call from the boyfriend who’d vanished to Australia without a word. No warning, no goodbye, just a grin and a life-altering secret that left me reeling. But heartbreak doesn’t pause for office hours, and neither does my infuriatingly handsome boss, Rowan Pierce.
One minute, he’s micromanaging my reports and calling me “incompetent” for breathing wrong. The next, he’s dragging me to a business trip in the one country I never wanted to see again, playing the role of my fiancé to seal a deal. A fake kiss that felt too real. A stormy night where he held me like he actually cared. For a second, I let myself believe the ice around his heart was melting—until we got back to London.

Now he’s demoted me to the other side of the building, acting like our time in Australia was just a business transaction. Like the chocolate we shared, the shoulder I leaned on, the way he calmed my panic… meant nothing. But I’m not the girl who gets left behind twice. Caleb broke my trust, but Rowan? He’s playing a game I didn’t ask to join—and I’m about to find out why.

Was it all a lie? Or is the man who’s pushing me away the same one who’s terrified of letting me in? One thing’s for sure: I’m not leaving this office—or this mess—without the truth. And if Rowan Pierce thinks he can use me and discard me? He’s about to learn just how stubborn a heartbroken woman can be.

The military called me a legend. My wife called me a loser.

To honor a top-secret federal NDA, I buried my past and became a warehouse janitor at my wife's security firm.

I built her a multi-billion-dollar business empire from scratch, asking for nothing in return but the medical bills for my dying daughter.

Yet, just to marry another man, she stole my life's work as her own.

She went so far as to freeze my daughter’s healthcare account, throwing my dying little girl out into the freezing rain to force me out with nothing.

They thought they had stepped me into the dirt.

They have no idea that my NDA expires tonight.

I signed the divorce papers, walked out of the hospital with my girl in my arms, and dialed back into a locked military channel to issue one quiet command:

[SYSTEM RECOVERY: MASTER AUTHORIZATION REVOKED.]

Touch my daughter? Steal my work?

The reckoning has begun, and not a single one of you will survive the fallout.

To save my sister, I humbly married into her family, only to be treated like a parasite by my ex-wife, who was worth billions, and suffered endless humiliation.

When she stopped giving my sister her life-saving medication for her male best friend, I was completely desperate. On a snowy night, I plunged off a cliff with my car, and my body was never recovered.

It wasn't until the police presented her with her charred belongings and the truth about how I risked my life to save her that the once aloof woman went completely insane.

Three years later, I rose from the ashes as a multi-billionaire, while she knelt at my feet like a dog, begging and pleading, "Please... just look at me one more time..."

Pedro Hernandez spent seven years away from Los Angeles and after the death of his father, Maxwell Hernandez, he can finally return home. With Max's death, Pedro feels relief and freedom, after living a lonely life, trapped in Madrid, a city he hated, far from the people he loved. However, everything he knew is completely different and now he must adapt to the city again while taking on the responsibility of being the CEO of his father's company, something Max considered "The Hernandez Empire". His reunion with old acquaintances after so many years may bring back memories. Pedro faces a reality check when he meets Adrielle, his old girlfriend, someone he was forced to leave behind, married to Leonard Williams, a mysterious man who could threaten the stable life of the Hernandez family. Torn apart by anger, resentment and hurt feelings, Pedro is burdened with yet another conflict: Leonard is not only his love rival, but also the heir to the estate left by Max. The tension and anger grow with each passing moment, as Pedro tries to deal with Leonard, take over the company and make up for the years stolen from him. Pedro is no longer the same man who left Los Angeles seven years ago, there is resentment and anger surrounding his heart. With Max's death, he has a second chance to live alongside the people he loves, but he still wants answers to all the evil caused by his father. Is Pedro really willing to discover all of Max's secrets? How many tears can love endure?

Consumed by the pain of a past relationship, Viktor decides to take revenge on his ex-girlfriend by using Eleonora as the centerpiece of his plan. When he asks her to marry him in a moment of pure provocation, he doesn't imagine that it will trigger an unexpected connection between them.

Eleonora, on the other hand, is a strong and determined woman, who realizes Viktor's game from the start, but also finds herself drawn to his complexity. While he tries to keep his distance because of his emotional wounds, she struggles to penetrate the barriers he has erected around her. The tension between the two becomes a duel of wills: Eleonora, determined to win his heart, and Viktor, struggling with his own demons, which prevent him from opening up to love.

This was Killian’s tenth time bringing a stray werewolf into our bedroom.
I didn’t growl like before, nor did I threaten her.
I picked up the old cloak from the floor and handed it to the girl trembling in the corner.
“Leave through the back door. The patrol just passed.”
The girl glanced at me fearfully, grabbed the cloak, and ran out.
Killian leaned against the headboard.
Bare-chested, a cigar in hand, his expression was full of arrogance.
“She’s just a newly matured stray werewolf. Don’t scare her.”
“Elira, you come from noble blood. You wouldn’t make a fuss about this.”
“Tonight is her first transformation. I need to be with her. I won’t be back.”
I lowered my head, hiding my golden eyes.
What Killian didn’t know was—
that stray girl was carrying the highly contagious and fatal Rotting Sickness.

Daphne had always known that it’ll be hard to be in a relationship with Griffin Reyes,the future brother-in-law of her ex.She didn’t want to be connected to her ex in any way. But Griffin is madly attracted to her and she soon falls under his charms.She let herself believe that she has finally found the one until his first love returns and he ditches her without a second thought. When their past crosses again and she has someone else by her side now,it’s only then Griffin realizes that he doesn’t want her to be with anyone but him. Winning her back wouldn’t be as easy as he anticipated.

She sacrificed a brilliant career to be his secret wife. But on their anniversary, he gifted his precious first love a $15M piano, while tossing her a dog-eared cookbook. In that moment, seven years of silent devotion died. The countdown began.

For thirty days, she watched his other woman move in. For thirty days, she endured his neglect and cruelty. She let them believe they had won. All while quietly securing the world-class career she once walked away from.

When the clock struck zero, she boarded the flight without a look back. He was left holding the empty life she built, finally screaming a name he never truly valued—into a silence she no longer cared to hear.

When my daughter was critically ill, my husband and son chose another woman—Ethan's first love.
I dialed a number I hadn't called in years.
"Mom, I've made up my mind. I'm coming home to inherit the family business."

I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. The man I was forced to marry, the one who had vowed to love and cherish me, was caught in a passionate embrace with another woman.
The dressing room had become a secret place for the groom, my groom and his mistress.
I knew I was not supposed to feel anything because I do not love him, right? But why is it that it hurts? Because it hurts so much that I can't breathe.


Natalie Beckham gets forced to marry Tristan Detar by her parents so they could solidify their business that was barely standing, but when she finds out her husband is cheating on her with her sister who is not as innocent as she claims to be, what does she do?
With betrayals and manipulation placed in every step she takes, how does she deal with it?
Who stands by her and helps her face her challenges?

“I’ll give you anything, Elsa—money, a car, a house, jewelry—just agree to the transplant. Ria really needs it.” I couldn’t believe his audacity. Was this really my husband, trying to bargain my body to save his fiancée?
“Sorry, I’m pregnant. I can’t donate a kidney,” I said, my voice shaky but determined. Anger boiled inside me, but I knew he was powerful. The pretend marriage was over, and his true colors were revealed. Afraid of what he might do to me, I didn’t yell or fight him. I just wanted to escape this nightmare, to break free from this cage I was trapped in.
But his reaction was even more chilling. He looked at me with no emotion.
“We’ll have an abortion.” His words hit me like a bomb. I couldn’t believe how coldly he spoke about ending his own child’s life.

Three days after I died, the morgue called my husband Sebastian to collect my ashes.
He was kissing another woman when he hit speaker, his voice cold and dismissive: "She's dead? Cremate her. Don't call me again."
And just like that, my body was wheeled into the cremation chamber.
When he finally showed up to collect my remains, he smashed the urn on the floor and ground every fragment of my ashes into the tile with his shoe.
"Playing dead? What a pathetic stunt," he sneered. "Tell her the anniversary of my mother's death is coming up. She'd better show up at the cemetery on her knees, or even if she really is dead, I'll scatter her ashes in the sewer myself."
But he didn't know—I truly was dead.
My soul was bound to him, forced to drift at his side as he planned a lavish wedding with his adopted sister Claire—his mother's true killer.
By the time he discovered the truth and exposed Claire at the altar, I had already vanished.
He lost his mind, racing to the ocean to search for my ashes.
Never knowing that the remains he'd crushed like garbage under his shoe—the "fake ashes" he'd dismissed as part of my act—
Were all that was left of me.

I've married sixteen dead men for a living. My seventeenth husband just opened his eyes.
I was born knowing one thing: the dead can speak one last time — but only to a spouse.
So I marry dead men. Rich families pay me to wed their fresh corpses, carry the last words sealed inside me, and read the testament out before the heirs. Then I burn the marriage certificate, and the marriage ends at the grave. Starting price: six hundred thousand dollars.
This morning, the Crane heir drowned in his own pool. Twenty-eight, obscenely rich, not one word left behind. The family offered five million and a private jet. By my count — my seventeenth husband. By a wide margin, the handsomest.
I said "I do" to a corpse for the seventeenth time. Then I called for his last words.
Silence. Sixteen weddings, sixteen voices. Husband number seventeen had nothing to say.
Because my seventeenth husband just opened his eyes.

My husband thinks a "tragic surgical accident" left me completely blind. Now, he's moved his mistress right into our house to be my nurse. They openly whisper about my life insurance while preparing my afternoon tea. They think a blind wife is the perfect prey. But are they sure I'm in the dark?

My husband's first love, Celine, lured me to a remote cabin under the guise of an "apology."
 
She then poured gasoline all over the porch and locked the door from the outside.
 
In my past life, the moment the fire began to spread, I desperately called my husband, Julian—a fire captain—for rescue.
 
He smashed the door open and saved me.
 
Ironically, Celine's scheme backfired, and she died of smoke inhalation outside.
 
Yet, Julian pinned her blood debt entirely on me.
 
He kept me at the hospital with his hypocritical comfort, only to tear off his disguise the day I was discharged. He tied me to a pillar in an abandoned warehouse and poured gasoline at my feet.
 
As the flames ignited, my ten-week-old unborn child and I were swallowed by the raging fire.
 
Julian's eyes were bloodshot. Facing my agonizing screams, his gaze held nothing but pure, unadulterated hatred:
 
"If you hadn't gone mad with jealousy and locked the door from the inside, Celine would never have died! Stop playing the victim!"
 
"The pain she suffered before she died... I'm going to make you pay for it ten times, a hundred times over!"
 
In the blazing light, he watched coldly as I was burned alive, turning into a charred corpse.
 
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the exact moment the fire started to spread.

"The Draganovs are moving on Celeste tonight. I'm taking her to the safe house. We'll do the claiming after this, Orla. I promise."
That's what my husband said the seventh time he chose Celeste over me.
Celeste. The girl he'd loved since before he had a wife to ignore.
The first time, she heard footsteps outside her window at two in the morning. Rafael sent his whole detail to sit on her house and left me at a meeting with two men who wanted our shipping routes and didn't like being told no. I came home with a bullet crease across my ribs. He apologized for a week.
The third time, someone tipped the cops on one of our warehouses and she got scared. He drove her upstate himself. I took a knife at the door because there was no one left standing in front of me.
By the sixth time, he didn't explain. He just texted the doctor to be ready for me and left.
He's a Don. When the guns come out, he walks away clean. I'm the one wearing his name where everyone can see it. The one they aim at first. Six scars say so.
Every time, he held my face after and promised. Founders' Day. In front of every family in the city. Once Celeste was safe. I believed him six times.
So when the seventh time came and he chose her again, my bags were already packed.
There won't be an eighth time he sends me out to die for her. Next time, there won't be a wife left for him to send.