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SEVEN DAYS BEFORE MY WEDDING, I walked into our bedroom and found my neurosurgeon fiancé cheating with my cousin. Six months later, Oliver and Vanessa are married, my humiliation is office coffee-break gossip, and I've done everything possible to disappear off the face of the earth. Then I find out my grandmother is dying. This birthday might be her last, and I refuse to let my ex take that from me too. Problem is, going means facing my own personal nightmare head-on: Oliver and Vanessa, happy and married, right in front of me, while the rest of my family looks at me like I'm a walking tragedy. That's when Simon Hart—my billionaire boss, arrogant as hell, and the only man who can irritate me, make me laugh, and dismantle every single one of my defenses in the same conversation—makes me an absolutely ridiculous proposal. "Just think about it." He spreads his hands. " You’re tired of everyone pitying you. I’m rich as hell, handsome as hell, and charming as hell. Who's going to feel sorry for you when you show up with Simon Hart on your arm?" The problem is, he's right. I need a boyfriend to survive my grandmother's birthday weekend without turning back into the official family disaster. And Simon needs a serious girlfriend to prove to all of New York that the city's most eligible bachelor has finally settled down. It was supposed to be simple. Fake dating. Two events. Some convincing touching. Absolutely zero feelings. Until we added new terms to the agreement. No-strings s*x. No jealousy. No expectations. Just s*x. And it worked perfectly. Right up until everything went completely off the rails.

Amber built an empire she was never allowed to claim. Brilliant, strategic, and fiercely loyal, Amber was the mind behind a billion-dollar real estate empire—the woman who identified undervalued properties, structured acquisitions, and designed expansion projects that reshaped skylines. But when betrayal strikes, she’s fired, humiliated, and discarded by the man she helped rise to the top. She walks away with nothing but her intelligence, her dignity… and the projects that were always hers. What her ex-fiancé never expects is his powerful half-brother. A billionaire real estate magnate in his own right, controlled, private, and raising two adopted children on his own, he offers Amber something unexpected: a contractual marriage. No romance. No lies. Just mutual benefit. A public wife to stabilize his corporate image—and a strategic partner who understands the business better than anyone. Amber accepts. She takes her real estate projects with her—developments she sourced, designed, and negotiated from the ground up—and brings them into her new husband’s company. Entire portfolios shift overnight. Investments follow her. For the first time, her name is on the contracts, her voice dominates boardrooms, and her success is undeniable. As Amber rises, the real estate empire she once built in silence begins to crumble. Deals collapse without her leadership. Bad investments surface. And the company her ex-fiancé claimed as his own crashes spectacularly—while Amber thrives, wealthier and more powerful than ever. But what begins as a business arrangement slowly becomes something far more dangerous. Because power is intoxicating. Trust is fragile. And love was never part of the contract.

Nineteen-year-old Hannah Jones has always been the unwanted daughter—overlooked, undervalued, and sacrificed for her family's sake. When her father's company faces bankruptcy, she's forced to marry billionaire Elijah Martinez in place of her spoiled younger sister, Janet. Framed by her own family as a jealous schemer, Hannah endures cold indifference from Elijah and cruelty from his family. Broken and alone, she finally escapes, leaving the country, her toxic family, and her loveless marriage behind. Seven years later, Hannah returns as a successful writer and designer with twin children and a fortune of her own. She's ready to divorce Elijah and close that painful chapter forever. But Elijah, who spent years searching for her after uncovering the truth, refuses to let her go. He's determined to win the heart of the woman he once ignored even if she no longer needs him. "You're still my wife, Hannah. You're not going anywhere." "Your wife? I have more money than your entire family now, Elijah. I don't need you or your name anymore."

On her deathbed, Ellie found out that her powerful Alpha King husband, Dominic, wanted her stepsister Vivian instead of her ever since they were teenagers. Not only had he betrayed her love, but he had eagerly crowned Vivian as his Luna Queen even before her death. But fate decided to give Ellie a second chance. Reborn at eighteen, Ellie is done being the stupid girl who always chased after Dominic. However, she didn't expect that Dominic would also change, and it seems that what happened in her past life was not that simple.....

Five years ago, I left my husband a note. Three sentences. A returned bracelet. A door closing softly at 4am. He told me to get rid of our baby. I got rid of him instead. Now he’s sitting across my boardroom table in the city I built for myself, looking for the woman he married. She’s gone. What’s left is stronger.
Mira Hale was adopted, overlooked, and a wolf girl who didn't shift on time. Damon Voss was cold, untouchable, and a vampire heir destined to rule the world his family built. When circumstances lead them into a public “fake relationship,” they must navigate one year, one deal, and a thousand eyes together. In a world where wolves hide, vampires dominate, and humans are nearly extinct, can a wolfless girl and a vampire lord navigate the rules of love and power without losing themselves?
Rosalie Russo was nineteen when one forbidden night with Aiden King, a Navy SEAL and her brother's best friend, ended in heartbreak. After dismissing her as a mistake and coldly pushing her away, Aiden shattered everything she thought they had. Two weeks later, Rosalie discovered she was pregnant and learned that Aiden had been engaged all along. Devastated, she vanished without a trace. Seven years later, Aiden found her struggling as a single mother. He never married his fiancée, and he had spent years searching for Rosalie. Now that he knew Lucy was his daughter, he was determined to bring his family back together. But Rosalie refused to surrender to the man who destroyed her. As a bitter custody battle unfolded and old desires reignited, they were forced to confront the truth: Aiden pushed her away to protect her from his demons, and Rosalie ran instead of fighting for them. Could two broken souls build something beautiful from the ruins of their past?
My husband was cheating on me with my best friend for six months. Six months of roses. Six months of 'you are my everything' while he was secretly betraying me. I trusted him with my whole heart. He handed it to her like a cheap gift. So when Dominic Ford showed up with rage in his eyes and proof in his hands, something in me snapped. And in that broken, dangerous place, a reckless idea was born. "An affair," I told him, meeting his gaze. "We give them exactly what they deserve." He studied me for a long moment. Then he nodded. "When do we start?" This was supposed to be about revenge. It was never supposed to become something more. It was never supposed to feel like home. Now our cheating spouses are on their knees, begging. But Dominic is looking at me like the plan just changed. And God help me, I don't want to walk away either. We agreed. No strings. No feelings. Just revenge. That was the deal. We lied. ___ WARNING: This story contains mature content.

"Don't you see? EVERYTHING comes at a price mio il amore" He's not just a man, he is the man. He runs New York nothing comes in without him knowing and nothing will most certainly get out. Ruthless, cocky enigmatic, and assertive. Just a few words to describe him. Talia Cruz- A trauma nurse in one of the richest hospitals in New York. Young and successful and she's so proud of herself. Well, she should be, made an orphan at just 13 her and her older sister Iris, never thought they would make it this far. Now that she's 22 with a supportive job Iris can finally move back to their hometown leaving Talia to take on New York by herself. When Talia sees something that she shouldn't see and is taken captive by Matteo Russo himself, does she crumble and fall or does she stay true her true self and rise even through all the struggles?

Dainelle Jones is just your average girl. She graduated college with a biology degree, and plans to go to grad school the following august to finish her studies to become a physical therapist. she was a part of sorority in college, with her best friend, Scarlet. Dainelle doesn't realize whats is going to happen during her summer vacation in Italy. But she won't ever be that average girl again. -------------Nicola Rosi isn't your average man. He never went to a public school in his life, always home schooled by a tutor. He was born into a wicked way of life and is content with it. Always being feared and getting to tell others what to do. Until he stumbles upon a certain girl who changes his perspective of life.

Everyone thinks Claire "Cindy" Parker is trouble. She's loud, flirty, always at the center of every party, and rumors follow her everywhere. To most people, she's just another girl who loves attention. They don't know the truth. They don't see the pain she hides behind her smile. As Capo of the Chicago Outfit, he's built his name on honor. In a world filled with liars and killers, his word is law. He doesn't sleep around. He doesn't play games. And he has no patience for women like Claire Parker. Or so he thinks. From the moment they meet, they clash. She pushes every one of his buttons. He calls her reckless. She calls him boring. Their arguments are endless, their tempers explosive, and staying away from each other seems impossible. But the more he watches her, the more he realizes the woman everyone judges is nothing like the rumors. And the more she gets to know him, the more she discovers the feared mobster has more honor than the so-called good men she's trusted before. She's the woman the world refuses to understand. He's the man the world fears. Together, they might be each other's greatest mistake... or the only place they've ever truly belonged.

Kiara Romano’s life was sold the day her father handed her to Rossi Del Brenta. The most feared and heartless Don in all of Milan. The last man she ever wanted to be tied to. But fate has its own cruel plans. Now married to a monster who vows to keep her locked by his side, Kiara becomes his dangerous obsession. He’ll kill anyone who tries to take her from him even if it means breaking her in the process. Can she survive his twisted love... or will it destroy her?

Victoria Vance was systematically erased by her own blood. After her mother’s death, her father welcomed his mistress and her cruel daughter, Cordelia, who stole everything Victoria possessed. Desperate to utterly destroy her, Cordelia conspired with Killian Blackwood—an arrogant celebrity bully backed by a massive entertainment empire. Together, they orchestrated a horrifying college assault, publicly humiliating Victoria online. Pregnant, broken, and drowning in postpartum depression, Victoria turned to her fiancé, Julian, only to be cruelly dismissed. The betrayal deepened when her stepmother claimed that the infant died at birth. To bury the family scandal, her cowardly father committed Victoria to a bleak Philadelphia mental asylum under the guise of schooling. Driven to suicide, Victoria escaped and threw herself in front of a high-speed racing car. Instead of death, she found rebirth. Rescued by Dominic, a ruthless mafia kingpin, Victoria made a pact to pay for her life. For five brutal years, she executed the underworld's darkest, most dangerous criminal operations. Disguised entirely as a cold, lethal man to survive the cutthroat mafia hierarchy, she transformed into Dominic’s most feared phantom mercenary. Now, Victoria has returned to the United States to claim her vengeance. Operating under her male persona, she utilizes Dominic’s immense criminal resources to infiltrate her father's entertainment company. As she begins a calculated corporate sabotage to bleed her family dry and trap Cordelia, she seeks the ultimate truth: is her child truly dead? However, her lethal chess match faces an unexpected threat in Lucas Blackwood. Killian's dangerous, military-trained elder brother rules the elite business landscape. As their paths violently collide, Lucas becomes the only man powerful enough to see through her disguise, forcing Victoria to choose between destruction and the man destined to pacify her burning rage.

Tere lost everything on the night her husband, Xandes, chose to care about the child of his first love and ignored his own daughter, Ana, who was critically injured. When Tere begged for her daughter’s life, Xandes not only refused to help her, but also blocked all of Tere’s financial cards. Desperate to save her daughter, Tere decided to contact her former lover, the Mafia Boss feared by many. The man she had blocked for years after their relationship ended. However, because help came too late, Tere lost Ana forever. Devastated by her loss, Tere stopped being the obedient wife everyone had always known. She chose to divorce Xandes and return to her former lover.

"You're not the type of girl I'd usually kiss," he says, his eyes fixed on my lips. "But I'll do it anyway." Then the cocky jerk leans in and kisses me. *** He claims to like her, she claims she'd never be stupid enough to trust a bad boy with her heart. *** After the death of her best friend, Ava Jordan Hansen's main goal is to get through senior year without losing her mind. She badly wants a distraction from her dark thoughts...but is tutoring the school's bad boy the solution? Jude Walker's life has never been easy--not since he made a mistake that turned his family against him. His father cut him off at 18, and to support himself, he took up underground fighting, modelling--whatever puts a buck in his pocket. He needs a university scholarship and to fix his Math grade, he finds himself thrown together with a smartass good girl. The two seem so different at a glance--the nerdy girl with a smart mouth and the troublesome bad boy with a different girl pressed against his locker every week. But they both have their own trauma, fighting not to drown in their pain. Will they help each other survive, or will they drag each other deeper under the surface?

My name is Freya, I'm 16 but will be turning 17 in a few weeks, I'm a Junior at Belleview High, I'm part of the art club along with the photography club, I have straight A's which has always made my dad proud of me. I am finally out of that awkward teenage stage where my head was to big for my body, plus I'm no longer built like a little boy. Andrew is 17, 6 foot at least, with dark chocolate brown hair, the most piercing blue eyes i have ever seen in my life, with a strong jaw and the most perfect tan pink lush lips that I would love to crash my own against, he's built like a God and just his eyes can send a shiver down my spine. Everything about him makes my insides tense. He pushes me against a wall, pinning me to it while holding my hands above my head, his deep voice vibrating through my chest as he speaks with our closeness. Does he want me the way I want him? Can we hide what happens between us from our parent? I will risk it all for him. Will he do the same for me?

Winner of The People Choice Awards (Fiction) 2019 for Best Diverse Books When "Gossip " meets "Pretty Little Liars" and had a kid with "Sherlock Holmes". That kid is "The Bad Nerd Boy". "You know my secret now. That's really bad, Summers." He smirked. That nerd smirked! And call me crazy but at this moment, he looked goddamn hot. "I won't tell others." I blurted the words out, hoping it gave the assurance he needed so he would let me go because even though he looked damn hot, he also looked dangerous. Trying to stop myself from trembling, I bit my lips. His eyes caught the movement and he bent forward, filling my nostrils with the smell of dope he smoked earlier. Tilting his head, he clicked his tongue and smiled. "Wrong move." With that, he slammed his lips against mine, knocking all the air from my lungs. He kissed me with no mercy. His tongue slipped at the seam of my mouth, and my mind went blank when I felt the tip of his tongue caressing mine. Pulling away he watched me with a mischievous look on his face as he said, "now I'm going to be yours." * * * Professionally edited by Fernanda Lemos. All Rights Reserved 2018 © agatharoza

"He's spent his whole life hiding his world from everyone. I'm the one holding the key he never meant to give away." One driver's mistake lands Renata Rivas in the VIP room of an underground fight club, where she can't stop herself from correcting a stranger's fighting technique, and walks out with the wrong suitcase, one holding the most dangerous secret in the city. That stranger is Dominic West, the son of her mother's best friend. Everyone thinks he's the perfect law student. Behind closed doors, he owns every fight in this city, and now Renata's the one holding what could end him. He says he's watching her to keep her safe. In reality, he's obsessed with the fighting instinct she's spent her whole life trying to bury. Renata thinks she's just caught in a game where only Dominic knows the rules. What she hasn't realized yet is that she's falling for him too.

Sixteen-year-old Auden "Lora" Jackson is Beverly High’s untouchable queen. She has the perfect grades, the star-athlete boyfriend, and the flawless, wealthy pedigree. But Lora’s entire life is full of lies. In reality, she spent her childhood in the orphanage when she was six and was adopted by the Jackson family, when she was six, before being returned to her biological parents who are currently drowning in debt and on the verge of a bitter divorce. Her house of cards threatens to collapse when Adam Hayes moves in next door. Quiet, dangerously observant, and entirely unimpressed by the school's social hierarchy, Adam knows Lora's secret and he sees right through her plastic smile. They are Forced together for a semester-long biology project, Lora expects an enemy but finds something entirely different: someone who finally lets her exhale. But just as the ice between them begins to thaw, an anonymous hacker known only as The Archivist starts leaking the darkest secrets of Beverly High’s elite. When Lora becomes the main target, she and Adam must team up to unmask the culprit. As the secrets grow darker and the threats become personal, Lora is forced into a corner. To save her future, she must destroy her own perfect image. But the truth behind the hacker is more twisted than she could ever imagine, and the mastermind pulling the strings is someone she trusted with her life.

Dawn has always considered Hayden Vaughan the ultimate neighborhood nightmare. He's the tattooed bad boy next door, notorious for illegal racing, trouble, and a revolving door of girls. Dawn wants absolutely nothing to do with him. Until one night, Hayden catches her watching from her bedroom window. From that moment, their relationship changes. What begins as sarcastic arguments and mutual irritation slowly becomes an undeniable attraction. Hayden starts appearing wherever Dawn is, while Dawn discovers there is much more beneath his reckless exterior. Behind the leather jacket and arrogant smirk is a boy carrying years of anger over his parents' deaths in a motorcycle-club war. As Hayden pulls her deeper into his world, Dawn begins uncovering secrets her own family desperately wants buried. Soon, their growing relationship becomes more dangerous than either of them expected. Friends turn against friends. Enemies close in. Old betrayals resurface. And when Hayden finally discovers the truth about Dawn, he must decide whether revenge matters more than the girl who has become his reason to live. Sometimes the person living next door is the one person capable of destroying your entire world.

My best friend and I were in relationships with the brothers from the Wilson Family, and we both got pregnant at the same time. She flaunted her relationship publicly, making everyone in Junopia know that Rick had left the monastery for her. On the other hand, I kept silent about my relationship with the heir of the Wilson Family. Thus, everyone mistakenly thought I was single. That was until my best friend saw my pregnancy report. In a fit of rage, she rallied a group of friends, stormed into my dorm, and vandalized my room with food waste. "I thought you were my best friend, and here you are, trying to steal my man," she accused. Not only did she live-stream this accusation, trying to paint me as the other woman, but she also spiked my chicken soup, hoping to get rid of my unborn child. In defiance, I poured the contaminated soup over her head. "Just so you know, Rick isn't the only Wilson brother," I retorted. Later, Rayden, the man who controlled Junopia, wrapped his arm around me and declared icily, "I've heard troubling rumors about my wife being called a mistress. We need to talk."

Waking up hungover next to my arch-nemesis – the city's most notorious fuckboy? Worst. Morning. Ever. I handled the walk of shame with icy dignity, but fate had a bigger curveball: one month later, two pink lines. My baby. My rules. His involvement? Zero. My flawless plan hit a snag when morning sickness ambushed me in the office restroom. He walked in. His eyes locked onto my still-flat stomach, darkening with something dangerous. Before I could blink, he had me pinned against the cold tile wall. "Who's the father?" he growled. I met his glare with a frosty smirk. "Wouldn't you like to know? Definitely not you." Then it happened: a hot tear hit my neck. His voice cracked, raw and desperate. "Don't... don't leave me. Please." Me: ...Dude. Seriously? THIS IS YOURS!

On my son’s birthday, my husband had asked his first love to pick our son up from our home. While I stubbornly refused to let him go, a huge fire broke out in the hallway during our standoff. I was struck by falling debris, and blood started streaming from my head. However, my son was unharmed as he lay beneath me. My husband, who was a firefighter, came forward to rescue us. But he handed the only gas mask he had to his first love. “Miss Leia has a weaker constitution. Dad, please get her out first. Mom, wait for the other firefighters to save you!” I watched them leave with a faint, bitter smile. It appeared that they had both forgotten my severe asthma and the fact that I would die without a gas mask.

After taking care of my mother's ashes, I rushed overseas to attend my fiance's wedding to another woman. Preston Wallace had developed retrograde amnesia during a secret mission. He remembered everyone and everything—except me. His doctor said the most effective way to recover his lost memories was to continue the life he'd come to accept after losing them. In other words, he had to keep playing husband and wife with his female partner. So, for the sake of my unborn child, I personally handed Preston the wedding vows. That night, I came across a trending post online. "I feel awful about what I've put her through. For the past three years, whether she had a fever, caught a cold, or got into a car accident, she had to handle it all alone. How can I make up for what I owe her and still enjoy my life now without feeling guilty?" Someone replied in the comments, "You can't have it both ways. But you could switch from retrograde amnesia to situational amnesia—where you remember whoever you're with." Not long after, Preston messaged me. "Madeline, it's been three years. How have you and your mom been?" I stared at his message without replying. Preston had no idea that after what happened to him, his enemies came by our home, wanting to retaliate against my mother and me. My mother was stabbed 12 times while protecting me. After three years in a vegetative state, she finally regained consciousness. But when she heard that Preston had lost his memory and was going to marry another woman, she couldn't handle the news and died.

The moment Alexander Hall slid the diamond onto my ring finger, I almost let myself believe I was about to become Mrs. Hall. We had been together for five years. He knew perfectly well that I was a gold digger through and through, that I loved anything shiny and expensive. But he also remembered my chronic stomach problems. He had once put the keys to a Manhattan apartment in my hand and told me that from then on, that was where I would be safe. Just a week earlier, he had measured my ring size himself and teased me, telling me to guess what the diamond was worth. I laughed and told him he knew me too well, but in private, I carefully circled the date on my calendar. At 18, I'd been beaten black and blue by my stepfather over a box of sanitary pads. That was when I stopped pretending money didn't matter. I loved money. I loved beautiful clothes that fit like a dream. But more than anything, I loved being able to buy what I wanted without having to answer to anyone. In New York's high society, I had a reputation for knowing exactly how to keep Alexander happy. They also said I was the one woman he couldn't bring himself to let go. The ring sat snugly on my finger. He waited until every eye in the room was on us, then spoke slowly, his voice perfectly flat. "This is a thank-you, Irene. We're done." The ballroom doors opened, and in walked Lydia Grant, dressed in a flowing cream-colored gown. Alexander presented her to the guests as his fiancée. Lydia gave me a timid glance, as though she were the one who'd just had five years of her life stolen. Then she actually had the nerve to come over and offer me comfort. Everyone there was waiting for me to fall apart. Plenty of them had settled in for the show, expecting me to make a scene over the apartment, the jewelry, or an engagement that had never been real. Instead, I slid the diamond off my finger and placed it gently in Alexander's palm. As for the money he'd given me to walk away? I wasn't returning a penny. "Save the ring for the woman who wants to marry you." I smiled. "But the money? That's mine." For the first time, Alexander's mask of composure slipped. Even now, he couldn't seem to wrap his head around it. How could a woman who loved money as much as I did walk away from a diamond worth a fortune?

The day my overseas assignment finally ended, I kept my return a secret from Marielle Knox and spent thirteen hours flying home. We'd argued only a few days earlier. Marielle wanted me to keep building my career abroad, but I was determined to come home and marry her. Even as I was about to board, she was still trying to talk me out of it over the phone. "Weston, don't throw away your future for me. As long as we love each other, it doesn't matter whether we get married." Hearing that only made me more certain. The moment I landed, I went straight to a jewelry store, bought a diamond ring, and called my childhood best friend, Chase Davis, to tell him about my proposal plan. A baby was wailing on his end of the line. Chase tried to soothe the child and snapped at me, "Weston Brown, wake up! You've been long-distance for five years, and she keeps putting off the wedding. She obviously doesn't want to marry you. "Marriage is where love goes to die. Ever since my wife had the baby, I've been losing my mind!" I was about to argue when I saw Chase walk out of a baby store, holding a child. "My wife's here. Talk later." He hung up in a hurry and waved toward the curb. A black luxury sedan pulled up in front of him. The door opened, and a woman took the baby from his arms and rocked him with the ease of someone who'd done it a thousand times. Sunlight fell across her profile, and the sight stung my eyes. The wife my best friend had kept secret for two years was Marielle—the girlfriend I'd spent five years loving from the other side of the world.