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When I called my husband while trapped in a kidnapper's warehouse, he laughed. "Stop faking," he said, "my delicate mistress needs her sleep." He hung up. I signed the divorce papers drenched in my own blood, giving up everything just to escape the monster I married. His mother threw a broken umbrella at me in the rain. I had nothing—no money, no identity, no hope. But the moment I turned away, eight black Escalades encircled the street. A man in a tailored suit stepped out of a Rolls-Royce, shielding me with an umbrella. In his hand was a DNA test—and twenty-three years of relentless search. "Your last name isn't Smith," he said, wiping blood from my wrist with his handkerchief. "It's Wilder. The Wilder family. And the man who left you to die?" He smiled, icy. "He owes us nine billion dollars."

Rena hid her legendary medical talent to live quietly as a housewife, only to be mocked by her husband. "Rena, how could you compare to Elyse? She's a renowned surgeon. You're just a housewife who can't even hold a scalpel." His family scorned her background, unaware she had once been the youngest lead surgeon in the peacekeeping forces. Her mother once ruled the medical field, and her father-head of an old-money dynasty that stretched back generations. When humiliation pushed too far, she chose divorce and returned to her true world-where elites, tycoons, and even mafia families welcomed her back. At the medical summit, her ex finally realized the wife he scorned was a legend. By then, a powerful mafia don had already claimed her. "Rena, you belong to me. If I catch you looking at your ex-husband one more time, I'll make sure he vanishes from this world for good." He was a feared mafia kingpin, worshipped by all, and yet here he was, kneeling at her feet.

I didn't hear it from my mother or from family... I saw it online, just like everyone else. A headline, a picture, a ring on her finger. And the man standing beside her? Philip Davenport. Billionaire. CEO. Untouchable. The kind of man who takes what he wants and keeps it. Including my mother. I was supposed to hate him-the man who replaced my father, the man I swore I'd destroy. So I made a plan: get close, get under his skin, make him want me... then watch everything fall apart. It was simple. Until he looked at me like I was the only woman in the room. Until his touch lingered longer than it should. Until every glance, every word, every moment started to feel like something I couldn't control. Now I'm caught in a dangerous game of desire and deception, where the lines I drew are slowly disappearing. The closer I get to him, the harder it is to remember why I started. My mother trusts me, my boyfriend loves me, and the man I was supposed to ruin is becoming the one I can't resist, and every step I take only pulls me deeper into something I was never meant to feel. I wanted revenge. What I got instead was something far more dangerous. And now? I might lose everything. Because falling for my mom's fiancé was never the plan. And if I'm not careful, I won't just lose the game... I'll lose myself.

Princess Ella walks down the aisle to marry the man who destroyed her life. Behind her mask lies a secret powerful enough to bring a kingdom to its knees-and a revenge plan years in the making. To the world, she is a quiet and obedient queen. In truth, she is a survivor who has come to finish what war began. But King Augustine is not a man easily deceived. Cold, intelligent, and dangerously observant, he quickly realizes his new bride is hiding more than she shows. Instead of exposing her, he watches... waits... and begins a silent game where every glance, every word, and every move becomes a test. As tension builds inside the palace, a survivor from Ella's past arrives-someone who can reveal her identity and destroy everything she has planned. Now trapped between revenge and survival, Ella must decide how far she is willing to go. Because in a marriage built on lies, one truth could ruin them both- or bring them closer than either ever intended.

Not only was I drugged, blinded and assaulted. I was deceived into carrying a baby by a stranger I never knew. Then he appeared and took my child away. I was sent to a militia by the father of my child. I thought I was rescued but I was recruited to be a weapon for killing. Who was manipulating me, I didn't know. The answers were far from what I knew. Forced to blend into the world that I could never believe I would be to, a place where brutality reigned, kill or be killed was the only language. I have survived but he has to pay for everything he did to me, because I believed every phase of my life was set by him and him alone. Have I really survived? Who would have thought, he existed twice in the same world? Do I really know who I should take revenge on? Him or the person I would sacrifice everything for? Was my mother the one who orchestrated everything? What kind of pawn am I?

After three years of marriage, Song Qing discovers that her husband, Gu Cheng, has a hidden side. She finds a collection of items related to a mysterious 'Master' in his study, revealing a secret life she never suspected. As she investigates, she realizes she is not the one he serves. This discovery shatters her reality, forcing her to confront a web of lies and a dangerous obsession that threatens to destroy their domestic life.

Betrayed by her pack and left for dead by her own kin, Elara survives an assassination attempt only to find herself in the forbidden Shadow Realm. There, she encounters Malakor, the exiled Dark Alpha who rules the night. Bound by a blood pact, they forge a dangerous alliance to reclaim her throne. As Elara masters her newfound dark powers, she must navigate a treacherous romance while seeking vengeance against those who shattered her life.

Andrew, a werewolf, spends 7 years as a live-in caregiver for Luna to fulfill a promise to his late true love Claire-Luna's sister who died saving him. He endures countless hardships for Luna: skipping exams to fix her car, drinking spoiled milk for her, racing dangerously, enduring abuse from Luna's crush Eleanor, and even being auctioned off. Luna, oblivious to Andrew's motive, only has eyes for Eleanor, repeatedly misunderstanding and hurting Andrew. When Andrew, after 7 years, decides to end his life to reunite with Claire by jumping into a river, he survives but loses his memory and leaves. Later, Luna discovers Eleanor killed Claire and framed Andrew, takes revenge by ruining the family and auctioning Eleanor. Finally, Luna heads to find the amnesiac Andrew, who now lives a simple life by the sea, trying to make amends.

Rebecca King is a twenty-year-old college student whose world shatters when her father collapses from illness, leaving her with insurmountable medical bills and tuition fees she cannot pay. Desperate, she steps into a Manhattan club in search of a way out, never imagining she'd cross paths with Richard Smith, the thirty-five-year-old billionaire heir to a global empire. Richard has it all wealth, power, and status but behind the polished mask, he hides a secret: he believes he is impotent, incapable of fathering an heir, and thus unworthy of love. But one impulsive night with Rebecca changes everything. When Rebecca discovers she's pregnant, both their worlds implode. Richard's family demands marriage, Rebecca struggles with trust, and Richard fights the ghosts of his past. Slowly, through emotional battles, tender moments, and devastating betrayals, they are pulled closer together. But just when happiness seems possible, a shocking truth threatens to rip everything apart. And the cliffhanger? Rebecca vanishes from Richard's life, pregnant, heartbroken, and determined never to return.

On the fifth anniversary of my father' s death, I discovered my fiancé, Graham, was having an affair with my sister, Hollie. The betrayal was compounded by a second, more devastating secret: Hollie was pregnant with his child. All this, while I was secretly carrying his baby too. He swore his loyalty to me, calling betrayal the ultimate sin, all while planning a future with her. He dismissed her as a "childish infatuation" to my face, then rushed to her side for a "family emergency." I followed him and watched them embrace, heard him promise her fireworks and my life. I saw her hand him a gift, then he carried her inside. The door closed on their shared secret, and on my entire world. My sister then sent me a picture of her ultrasound, taunting me to leave quietly. She thought she had won. But she didn't know I had already made a call. Three days later, as Graham stood with a visibly pregnant Hollie at the chapel where we were supposed to get married, he saw my car speed past. His face twisted in horror as he realized I was gone. Not just leaving, but disappearing completely. Three years later, I returned, no longer his fiancée, but Dr. Cross, a powerful strategist he couldn't touch. And he was just a man desperate to get back what he had destroyed.

🌹 A While Apart but Close by Hearts By Mizh Jenny Cathrina and Edward were never meant to be apart... But life pulled them away, leaving only letters, memories, and the bond of their hearts. Distance tested their love, time challenged their patience... Can a love that survived miles survive destiny?

I was the Chicago Outfit's princess, and Luca and Matteo were my sworn protectors. We had mixed our blood at ten years old, promising that nothing would ever touch me. But that oath turned to ash the night Sofia Ricci aimed a Roman candle at my chest. The firework slammed into my shoulder, igniting my silk dress instantly. As I rolled on the concrete, screaming while the flames ate into my skin, I waited for my boys to save me. They didn't. Instead, I watched through the smoke as they rushed to Sofia. They wrapped their jackets—the ones meant to shield me—around the girl who had just set me on fire, comforting her because the "kickback" had scared her. They let me burn to keep her warm. When I woke up in the hospital with permanent scars, they brought me a letter of apology from her and defended her "accident." They even cut their palms to pay her debt, ignoring the fact that I was the one in bandages. That was the moment Elena Vitiello died. I didn't scream. I didn't beg. I simply packed my bags and defected to the one place they couldn't follow: the arms of Dante Moretti, the lethal Capo of New York. By the time they realized their mistake and came crawling back to beg in the rain, I was already wearing another man's ring. "You want forgiveness?" I asked, looking down at them. "Burn for it."

"You broke the first rule, Princess. That means I get to take something from you. I'll start with this," he said, tugging at my panties and a needy throb ran straight through my core. "Kyren, don't," I tried but it was to no avail. He roughly pulled at the flimsy material, covering my most intimate part. The sound of lace ripping, filled the room. And the cool air from the AC bit into my exposed skin. His hands slid up my back. He unclasped my bra with ease and it soundlessly dropped to the floor. His gaze raked over my trembling form with a satisfied hunger. "You're not a cheerleader tonight. You're just mine. And I'm going to spend the next few hours showing you exactly what happens when you break my rules," he stated, before pushing my legs wide open with his knee. ×× Hailey thought she could handle the "Ice King." She thought she could seduce him, win the bet, and walk away with her heart intact. But Kyren sees right through her games. He doesn't want her seduction, he wants her submission. As the lines between a dare and reality blur, Hailey finds herself trapped between her father's expectations and a man who wants to claim every inch of her. In a game where the rules keep changing, Hailey is about to learn that the Ice King doesn't just freeze people out... he burns them down.

Synopsis Trevor Macall ruled Dominant High School and was feared, Respected and Untouchable. Alongside his closest allies, Noah and Rolex, he formed The Dominanters-three names whispered in hallways and avoided in corridors. They owned the school, not by force alone but by reputation By power. No one knew where Trevor came from. No one knew who he truly was and that was exactly how he wanted it. His luxury cars, designer clothes, private clubs, and penthouse life painted the picture of a privileged background-but Trevor's past was a locked door, and anyone who tried to open it learned quickly to back away. Until Claudia Jackson arrived Stubborn, Unbending and Untamed She wasn't part of his world She wasn't impressed by his power and she wasn't afraid of his darkness Claudia came to Dominant High with her own scars, her own complicated past-and crossing paths with Trevor Macall was never part of her plan But Trevor saw her and once he did, there was no turning back. She awakened something dangerous in him-desire, obsession, protectiveness he had never known and for the first time Trevor broke his own rules. For the first time he cared enough to risk everything. Slowly... carefully... he pulled Claudia into his world A world of shadows, secrets and dark pleasures. As Trevor's possessiveness tightened around her, Claudia began to understand the truth: bad boys don't fall easily-but when they do, they fall hard and they never let go. Enemies rise, Secrets unravel and the he past refuses to stay buried. But together, Trevor and Claudia are more stronger and unstoppable. This is a story of obsession, danger and a love powerful enough to survive the dark. Enter the world of Trevor Macall and discover what happens when a bad boy falls in love.

For seven years, I hid my MIT Ph.D. and my identity as a top haute couture designer to be the perfect, obedient wife to billionaire Cornelius Lambert. But on our anniversary, while I waited at home with a cold dinner, I found him at a Michelin restaurant with his childhood sweetheart, Halle. My seven-year-old son sat between them, laughing loudly. "Mom is too boring. I wish Aunt Halle was my real mom." Cornelius didn't defend me. He just smiled and affectionately ruffled the boy's hair. When I finally packed my bags and left, I accidentally triggered an old AI robot prototype Cornelius had given me years ago. A hidden recording played his voice from the very night he proposed. "Why marry her? Because she's easy to control. Halle doesn't want to settle down yet, so Cassidy is just a perfect, temporary shield." Later, when I caught them being intimate in a dark parking garage and snapped a photo, Cornelius watched with cold, dead eyes as his massive bodyguard shoved me against a concrete pillar. My arm was torn open, blood dripping onto the floor, as they forced me to delete the evidence of his affair. For seven years, I filed down every sharp edge of my brilliance for a man who saw me as nothing but a pathetic, disposable placeholder. My heart turned to absolute ice. He thought I was just a weak, powerless housewife. But he forgot who he was dealing with. As his luxury car drove away, I pulled up the hidden command terminal on my phone and recovered the encrypted cloud backup of the photos. I looked at my lawyer with a bleeding arm and a cold smile. "Let's go. Now, we have a weapon."

Elara Thorne lives a double life, concealing her identity as a world-class hacker while working for the ruthless billionaire Julian Vane. When Julian discovers a breach in his security, Elara must navigate a dangerous game of cat and mouse to protect her past. As their professional rivalry turns into a heated romance, a dark conspiracy emerges that threatens both their lives. Elara must decide if she can trust the man she is meant to deceive.

Elena once believed her marriage was a sanctuary of love, but her husband’s hidden cruelty has shattered that illusion. As his affection twists into a terrifying obsession, she finds herself trapped in a domestic nightmare. The man she adored is now a source of chilling horror, forcing her to confront the dark reality of their bond. Elena must navigate the wreckage of her heart to survive a relationship that has become a dangerous prison.

Five years ago, a passionate night bound a young woman to a powerful billionaire, but a tragic accident erased his memory of her existence. Now, she navigates life as a single mother, raising his secret child in silence. When fate forces their paths to cross again, he is drawn to the mysterious stranger, unaware of their shared past. As secrets unravel, they must face the pain of his lost memories and the truth of the family they could become.

Betrayed by her fated mate, a rejected werewolf finds herself abandoned and broken. However, this rejection ignites a fierce desire for retribution rather than despair. As she navigates the complexities of pack politics and her own growing power, she transforms from a victim into a formidable force. Her journey toward vengeance challenges the very foundations of her world, leading to an unexpected rise that threatens those who once cast her aside.

After her fated mate, Jaxon, cruelly rejects her for a human woman, Elara’s world shatters. Forced to stay in the pack, she becomes the target of Jaxon’s brother, Silas—the lethal and dominant Alpha. Silas has long harbored a dark obsession with Elara, and Jaxon’s betrayal provides the perfect opening. As Silas claims her, Elara is caught between a past heartbreak and a dangerous new passion with a man who will destroy anyone to keep her.

My fiancé, a mafia Capo, promised the painkillers would help after the "car crash." It was a lie. The real accident was his temper, and I was his favorite punching bag. In a medicated haze, I overheard the truth. He was on the phone with his consigliere, boasting about stealing my billion-dollar casino blueprint. He was going to use it to become Underboss. He planned to propose, then use our world's code of silence to legally gag me from ever claiming my own work. His mistress, Olivia, would be the public face of the project. The worst part was the truth about my miscarriage. It wasn't an accident. He and Olivia had orchestrated it, calling our baby a "complication" that would kill his ambition. At a party, he proved it all. After shoving me to the ground in front of everyone, he walked away with her, leaving me in a heap of humiliation. The love I had for him didn't just die; it turned into a cold, hard certainty. He had taken my work, my child, and my dignity. So I sent him one last email: a file containing proof of every lie, every betrayal, and a video of his abuse. The subject line read: "My Wedding Gift." Then I boarded a one-way flight to New York to partner with the one man he truly feared. This wasn't a breakup. It was war.

I walked out of the federal penitentiary with a terminal cancer diagnosis and exactly six months to live. Desperate for money to pay for a sky burial, I returned to the Vitiello family, the people who now wanted me dead. Dante, the man I had loved since childhood, looked at me with pure hatred. He thought I was the monster who killed his mother. He didn't know I had confessed to a crime I didn't commit to hide the ugly truth—that she had taken her own life. To punish me, Dante became cruel. He forced me to work as a servant, making me stand guard outside his bedroom door while he was intimate with his fiancée, Sofia. When the estate caught fire, I didn't hesitate. I ran into the inferno. I dragged Dante to safety, my back burning as debris fell on me, scarring me forever. But when he woke up, I hid in the shadows and let Sofia take the credit. I couldn't let him feel indebted to a "murderer." I thought that was the worst of it. I was wrong. On the eve of his wedding, Sofia had an accident and needed a blood transfusion. I was the only match. Dante didn't know my body was already shutting down. He didn't know my blood was poisoned with cancer markers. "Take it all," he roared at the doctors, ignoring my frail, trembling body. "Just save my wife." I died on that table, drained dry to save the woman who stole my life. It wasn't until the monitor flatlined that his right-hand man finally threw a file onto Dante's lap. "She didn't kill your mother, Dante. And she didn't just leave town. You just executed the only person who ever truly loved you."

I grabbed his hands and held them above his head, "Are you waiting for me to ask you to open up?" I ask under my breath before claiming his lips in a kiss again, licking the inside of his mouth as I made him s**k on my tongue. I put my hand under his pajama trousers, squeezing his soft d***. "Knight, please stop." "Continue to tell me to stop, that is what l like to hear from you the most," I take his lips, kissing him messily as I stroke his d*** with my middle finger grazing his enticing assh**e. /// Life doesn't always go the way we want but it doesn't get better when Alpha Knight of the biggest pack is obsessed with you. Obsessed enough to poison you with a rare poison that leaves your body helpless and in desperate need of sex and him. While he is not my fated mate, he has made us inseparable. I'm left with no choice but to surrender to my fate, a fate that begins with a dark journey, one that when my fated mate finally appears; he turns out to be a werewolves hunter. Things get interesting when the two sworn enemies want to have me to themselves but what can I do with the poison in my body? What can I do when the Alpha has marked and married me already?

I wore my favorite emerald silk dress to Per Se, thinking our third anniversary would finally be the night Darius came back to me. My heart was pounding with hope, but the moment he covered the rim of my champagne glass with a cold, marble-like hand, that hope died. He didn't bring a gift; he brought a personal assistant and a medical consent form. His ex-girlfriend, Hazel, was dying of liver failure, and I was the only compatible match they had found in the world. The realization hit me like a physical blow: he hadn’t married me for love, but for a "harvest." When I screamed that I wasn't a spare part, he didn't even flinch. Instead, he threatened to pull the funding for my grandmother’s Alzheimer’s care, holding the only family I had left hostage to save his "one who got away." He locked me in our penthouse under a high-tech security protocol, guarded by private contractors like a prisoner in a gilded cage. While I was trapped, he was at the hospital holding Hazel’s hand, wearing the Patek Philippe watch I’d bought him for his birthday. I watched their updates on social media, Hazel tagging him as her "hero" and "true love," while I was left alone in the dark. Darius told his lawyers I was just being "dramatic" and that I’d get over it once the settlement check cleared. Every memory of our three years together felt like a long-term investment in an organ transplant. How could I have been so blind? How could the man who promised to cherish me turn into a monster who only saw me as a regenerating asset? I stopped fighting and started calculating. I agreed to the surgery on one condition: a signed divorce decree and an ironclad trust for my grandmother that he could never touch. I refused his millions, took back my maiden name, and walked into that hospital with my head held high. I was giving them the piece of me they wanted, but it was the last thing they would ever take. As the elevator doors closed on Darius's desperate face, I knew that when I woke up, I would finally be free.