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Married at First Sight

Since the day Serenity got hitched to a stranger on their blind date, she had assumed married life would be ordinary but respectful and mundane. It never crossed her mind that her new husband would be clingy like a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of a shoe. To her utmost surprise, he could make her troubles disappear whenever she was in a fix. Despite her questioning, her husband would always pass it off as luck. Until one day, she watched an interview with a local billionaire known for fussing over his wife. That was when she noticed the uncanny resemblance of the billionaire to her husband. The wife whom he was showering attention on turned out to be her!

The Wife He Threw Away

Claire’s world shatters overnight when her husband’s ex _ the glamorous actress, Eva Sterling _ returns. Her husband’s affair explodes in the public and a scandal exposes her supposed infertility to the world. Humiliated, betrayed, and abandoned by her husband, Lucian, Claire discovers the truth: Eva forged the reports and faked a pregnancy to destroy her marriage. But when Claire returns, not as the quiet housewife, but as a brilliant attorney in the courtroom, Lucian is the one begging. Fate has other plans and their love story is far from over.

The Alpha Slipped Inside The Wrong Sister

The bed was wet beneath me, soaked, my thighs jelly. A grunt, one so husky brushed against my ear as he moved. "Don't tell Kimberly," Alpha Ryan groaned. I shudder beneath him. Kimberly was his future Luna. She was also my sister. I looked up at him beneath my lashes. "Don't tell my sister you're inside the wrong one?"

CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON

"You have this beauty that captivates men, don’t you? There were plenty of naked women in this room, but the second you walked in, the men lost control. They wanted a piece of you. They wanted to own you." His fingers trail down my jaw, tilting my chin up. "Not knowing you already belong to me." I swallow hard, my breath caught in my throat. He moves away, settling into a chair with ease. He unbuttons his coat, leans back, spreads his legs apart like a king, which I guess he is... And then, his voice turns lethal. "From now on, Ariella Costa, you are mine to use. Mine to play with. Mine to do with as I please." The words hit me like a heart attack. "Your body belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me." He smirks, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "I own you."

The Alpha King's Mind-Reading Maid

What if an omega servant can hear the inner wolf of the ruthless Alpha King—when no one else can, not even the king himself? Will it be a secret that save her life… or destroy her?

He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy

On the night of my engagement party, I found my fiancé with his hands in my sister’s hair. I thought the betrayal ended there. I was wrong. Minutes later, Ethan stood in front of both our families and announced that he was in love with Ava. My sister. While everyone rushed to comfort them, I became the villain for refusing to smile through my own humiliation. Then Damien Black walked into the room. Powerful. Untouchable. The one man Ethan feared. Before the night ended, Damien handed me a contract. One year. One marriage. One chance to save my father’s company. All I had to do was become his wife. I should have said no. Instead, I signed. Now my ex can’t stop watching me. My sister can’t stop competing with me. And the man I married keeps protecting pieces of me I thought nobody noticed. The problem is that Damien Black is hiding something. And every day I spend with him makes me less certain that our marriage was ever supposed to be just a contract.

Flames and Roses

"Shayari if you're expecting anything from this Nikkah then don't because this Nikkah is nothing but a compromise to save your dignity. I won't be able to give you any rights on me or love that a wife deserves but I will be loyal with you that I assure you. I won't cheat ever but if you dared to cheat on me I won't think twice before shooting you in the middle of your eyes and after a time period I will divorce you as well don't worry we won't be married for forever." He said emotionlessly Well great start for your married life isn't it?He is talking about divorce on the wedding night itself. Note the sarcasm please " I don't expect anything from you, no love, no rights, nothing. This marriage is a big scandal in my life and nothing else.And I'm not a slut that I will cheat on you. I have no interest in that thing. Think yourself free from my side and one more thing if you want you can keep relationships or sleep with others I don't have a problem with that.Anyways, who is interested in you, not me at least. Do whatever you want. And now if you're done with your clear explanation then excuse me I am sleepy and need my beauty sleep because unlike you I sleep at night like any other normal human being "I said and looked at his face.. ***************** Arhaan is like flames dangerous and has the power to burn someone into ashes Shayari is like Roses soft fragile yet full of thorns to protect herself. What will happen when this both will be tied together in an unwanted marriage?Will love bloom between them or the flames will turn the roses in ashes?

CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON

"You have this beauty that captivates men, don’t you? There were plenty of naked women in this room, but the second you walked in, the men lost control. They wanted a piece of you. They wanted to own you." His fingers trail down my jaw, tilting my chin up. "Not knowing you already belong to me." I swallow hard, my breath caught in my throat. He moves away, settling into a chair with ease. He unbuttons his coat, leans back, spreads his legs apart like a king, which I guess he is... And then, his voice turns lethal. "From now on, Ariella Costa, you are mine to use. Mine to play with. Mine to do with as I please." The words hit me like a heart attack. "Your body belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me." He smirks, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "I own you."

SIR

By day, Nora Ellis is nothing more than the quiet secretary to one of the most powerful CEOs in the city. She has spent a year secretly lusting after David Reid, the cold, untouchable billionaire who barely seems to notice her. But when night falls, Nora is the Mistress of The Red Room, a private club where powerful men kneel at her feet and beg for her attention. Her two worlds have always remained perfectly separate... until David walks through the doors of The Red Room. He doesn't recognize his secretary beneath the red wig and mask. And Nora intends to keep it that way. But David Reid has secrets of his own. And when Nora finally discovers who she has allowed into her bed, she realizes she hasn't just fallen for her boss. She's fallen for a man capable of destroying anyone who threatens what belongs to him. Including her. (Not your typical Boss/Secretary romance)

Silk and Power(The reborn)

Five years ago, Lyra was nothing but a disposable pawn to Dante Maroni, a ruthless mafia kingpin who shattered her heart and left her to die in a burning wreckage. Pregnant, broken, and betrayed, she faked her death and disappeared into the shadows. Now, the fragile woman he destroyed is gone. In her place stands Doctor Vesper—an elusive, ice-cold medical genius with lethal charm, an impenetrable guard, and a scalpel that decides life and death without hesitation. When a deadly neurotoxin strikes Dante, his empire is forced to beg the one underground doctor capable of creating an antidote. He has no idea that the masked woman holding his life in her hands is the same woman he abandoned to burn. But Dante isn't the only predator. Silas Vance, a powerful tech billionaire and leader of a rival syndicate locked in a generations-old blood feud with the Maronis, stands beside Lyra. Armed with wealth, technology, and firepower, Silas is ready to help her destroy everything Dante built. When Lyra finally removes her mask, the prey becomes the predator. Crippled by poison and crushed beneath the weight of recognition, Dante is forced to his knees, desperately begging for forgiveness from the woman he thought was dead. Then the stakes explode. A little boy with Dante's unmistakable dark eyes steps into view. Lyra has an empire to build, a dangerous past to bury, and a hidden son to protect at all costs. Dante must decide whether he is willing to tear his kingdom apart to earn another chance with the woman he threw away. But Silas has no intention of letting Dante reclaim her or leave with anything more than his life.

STRIP NIGHTS WITH THE DON

Sera Moretti has thirty days to raise $200,000 or her sister dies. When Chicago's most dangerous man offers her a deal—strip for him privately for one year and he'll pay the ransom—she has no choice but to accept. What begins as a transaction becomes an obsession neither can control. But Luca Vitale doesn't know who she really is. And Sera doesn't know what his family has done to hers.

Married to the Mafia King

Married to the Mafia King Some marriages begin with love. Others begin with a deal. Elena Carter never imagined that one decision could change the entire course of her life. She had always believed that love was something beautiful—a choice made freely between two people. Until she met Damian Moretti. Cold. Powerful. Dangerous. A man whose name alone was enough to make people lower their voices. He lived by his own rules, trusted no one, and never allowed his emotions to control him. Until Elena walked into his world. Their marriage was supposed to be nothing more than an agreement. No feelings. No promises. No questions. But some rules are made to be broken. Because behind Damian's cold eyes lies a secret Elena was never meant to discover. And behind Elena's innocent appearance is a strength he never expected to find. In a world where love can be more dangerous than hatred, one question remains... What happens when a marriage built on a contract begins to feel dangerously real?

My Bully Likes Me

Anastasia just wanted to finish highschool so she could breathe. Everyone bullied her and she was used to it but then there was one person that took it upon himself to remind her each day she was an ugly freak. Vincent made it his life mission to taunt and bully her each day. She hated it but couldn't say anything about it because she didn't want to get into more trouble. It gets more intense when Vincent's rival Caleb picks interest on Anastasia and Vincent wasn't going to sit and watch someone trample over him. Anastasia was caught up in the middle of the rival she wanted nothing to do with. Extract from the story **" "You are mine to play with and I won't stand and watch someone take you from me."Vincent hissed at me before shoving me and walking away.

A little Bit of Faith

Faith has spent her entire high school career sliding under the radar. A traumatic childhood has left her emotionally scarred and afraid of letting too many people too close. After making a mysterious friend, Faith decides maybe opening up just a little won't be so bad. Unfortunately, the high school playboy has set his sights on her, and he never loses. Cameron has everything he could ever dream of, looks, wealth, and any girl he wants. But Cameron has a secret, he hates the spotlight and he has fallen for the one person who actively avoids it and him. How does the school's biggest playboy win over the school's biggest recluse?

Crushing on Your Majesty

"I don't do relationships Miss Williams. I don't love. I just fu**. Is that what you want fom me so that you stop following me?" His straightforward question made her turn hundred shades red,the word he used enough to lower her gaze and burn her insides in a new swirl of emotion. "No" She manages to whisper.To only have him dip his face closer to her. "Then stay the fuc* away from me Miss Williams. Because I am only going to break your heart." Stepping back from her,he was going to leave when he stops in his tracks listening to her reply. His fists clenching. "This is what I like the most about you Your Highness." "Your honesty."

Boy Next Door

Mateo is the perfect son in a deeply religious family, raised to live according to God’s will. But when he falls for Niko, a new boy from Russia, Mateo finds himself torn between accepting his true self and staying true to the faith he has always believed in. As his feelings for Niko deepen, Mateo must navigate the difficult space between love, identity, family, and faith—and decide whether embracing who he truly is means losing everything he has ever known.

Getting Tangled With The Bad Boy

Nora Browns thought she was safe. One night at St. Jude University, she witnesses a murder in a dark alley. The killer sees her too. Knox Lockwood. Campus devil by day. Ruthless biker gang leader and syndicate kingpin by night. He stalks her. Kidnaps her. Claims her as his. When Nora tries to run, he burns the world to drag her back. When a bullet finds him, she learns she’s a target too. The day her best friend puts a gun to her head, Knox pulls the trigger first. But the real nightmare starts when the truth bleeds out: Nora’s parents are the monsters. Knox’s family died because of them. Now she’s poisoned, with 20 days to live. And the only man who can save her is the one she was taught to stay away from. In a war built on blood debts, can love be the only redemption?

The Rockstar and the Quaterback

It all started with a forbidden kiss and a dare. Savannah knows that she has no business being in love with her brother's best friend, superstar college quarterback Nolan Charlestone. So when he kisses her unexpectedly one night at a party, she doesn't know what to believe. Especially when a cute but kind of annoying British rockstar moves into her apartment.

Shortlived Happiness

Right before my wedding, my fiancé, Benjamin Gray, holds another wedding at an old settlement with his true love, who has lung cancer. He holds Jennifer Robinson close and smiles tenderly at her underneath the starry sky. "According to the local customs here, the woman whose wedding is held first is considered a man's actual wife. I might have already registered my marriage with Samantha, but she's more like my mistress." Everyone cheers and blesses them as they toast each other and enter their room for the night. I witness all of this, but I don't cry or kick up a fuss. Instead, I make an appointment for an abortion. I've loved Benjamin for 15 years, but I still can't compare to Jennifer, who is my stepsister. If that's the case, I'll let him go. Later, I join a geological exploration and research team in the South Isles and am cut off from the world. All I leave behind is a divorce agreement and a divorce gift. Benjamin has never cared for me, so it's odd that he loses his mind overnight after my departure.

Seriously? A Divorce?

I accidentally stumbled upon numerous explicit videos on my husband's computer while tidying up his desk. The videos showed him in bed with my unmarried best friend. The relationship between my husband and me had been platonic ever since I gave birth 40 years ago. His reason was that he was no longer capable of physical intimacy. Now, it felt like my entire life had been a sham, despite all my efforts for my family.

I Left During His Honeymoon

When Eric Sutton—my charming CEO husband—found out I handed a million-dollar project to his assistant Vivien Cheney, he figured his three months of radio silence had finally broken me. Suddenly, he's all, "Let's go to Iceland for our honeymoon!" Vivien heard and threw a fit. Threatened to quit. Classic. Eric, who treated her like royalty, freaked out. After three days of begging, he bailed on the trip—said it was for "work"—then handed her my ticket. Later, he shrugged it off. "Romance's petty. Work comes first. You're my wife. You get it, right?" Right. I just stared at Vivien's new post: a couples selfie—cheek to cheek, hands shaped like a heart. I didn't say a word. Just nodded. Eric thought I was finally playing the role: calm, supportive, mature. Promised an even better honeymoon when he got back. Too bad I'd already quit. Too bad he'd already signed the divorce papers. We were done.

I Don't Want a Secondhand Marriage

Our wedding had been delayed from morning until evening when a hotel employee accidentally added me to their staff group chat. "The groom said there's no need to put as much effort into it when the second bride comes in. We're only getting a few hundred dollars in extra electricity and venue fees out of this one anyway." Everyone in the group was complaining and saying they wanted to go home. "Can they just call off the wedding? This whole thing feels like a joke. I don't even want to make these few hundred bucks." I stared at the messages in confusion. What did they mean by a second bride? Were they talking about my wedding? The hotel had clearly told us there was a delay because something had come up on their end. Why were they making it sound like we were the problem? I hurried downstairs to find my boyfriend, Zach Lewis, and twisted my ankle in my rush. That was when I overheard his conversation with one of his friends. "A wedding is supposed to be something new. The guests are eating two wedding meals in one day, and you're playing the groom twice. It's basically a secondhand wedding. You've got to admit, this is pretty messed up." Zach sighed. "Zoe doesn't want to get married, but she wanted to experience having a wedding. I didn't want her to regret missing out on it, so I told the hotel to focus on her ceremony. As for Wendy... just keep it from her." Photos were still coming through in the hotel group chat. The wedding they had held that morning really had been lavish. It looked exactly like the wedding I had spent hundreds of thousands on and three months planning. Now that it was time to clean everything up, every member of the staff looked like they could barely be bothered. So that was why my parents had spent the entire day waiting anxiously in their room. To think that I had spent the entire day making excuses for Zach. To think that I had been so afraid my makeup might get ruined before the ceremony that I had touched it up again and again, eagerly waiting for the moment I would finally become his bride. And after all that, I had only been waiting for some ridiculous secondhand wedding. No. I didn't want to marry him anymore.

The Second Shore

Lucien Arden took the throne. He crowned Rosalind Hartwell empress. And Evelyn Hartwell—the principal wife who had fought at his side all the way from embattled prince to emperor—was given only the rank of Imperial Consort. The day the decree came down, Silverleaf Palace was completely silent. Every servant kept their head lowered and hardly dared to breathe, afraid that Evelyn would weep, or throw things, or come apart the way any consort does when the emperor's favor leaves her. Evelyn simply accepted the decree, calmly. “I thank His Majesty for his generosity.” There was no movement in her voice and nothing in her face. Even her beautiful eyes held not the slightest trace of grief. She turned, went back into the inner rooms, and picked up her book where she had left it. As though the decree that had just stripped her of her place as his principal wife had nothing whatever to do with her.

After My Wife Chose Her Boy Toy, I Took Everything

My wife’s twenty-two-year-old “charity case” put a box of condoms in front of her while every executive at our company watched. Our home security feed had accidentally appeared on the conference-room screen. “You promised me one wish if I got into a top master’s program,” he said. My wife smiled. “Yes.” Then he kissed her—and she kissed him back. That night, she begged me to forgive her. She even signed an agreement: if she cheated again, I would get everything. Less than half an hour later, I photographed them kissing outside our gate. But that wasn’t enough for her. Three days later, her lover stormed into my office, slammed his own forehead into my desk, and screamed that I’d attacked him. My wife believed him. “You’ll apologize publicly tomorrow,” she told me. “Then announce your resignation.” We had founded that company together. I had financed it. Now she wanted me humiliated and gone. “All right,” I said. “I’ll be there.” At ten the next morning, she sat at the head of the table. Her lover smiled from the back. I handed everyone a copy of the documents my attorney had prepared. My wife opened hers. Her smile vanished. “Ansel… you can’t do this.” I looked at the signature she’d given me three nights earlier. “You already agreed.”