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Who owns my heart? Jason or Ryder? Rich boy or bad boyEmily Collins is a years old girl who came back to her native country Florida for her studies in Edgewood High. She didn't know that this is her life-changing decision. She met a bad boy next door. Girls fall head over heels for Ryder. He's so good in skipping classes and getting himself into trouble without giving damn care about it. On the other side, there's another boy in Edgewood high who's equal to Ryder's range. Jason's son of a famous actress Emma Byrne. He's rich and a smoking hot model in his years. He always gets whatever he wants.Emily's life turned upside down when both boys entered her life at the same time. This was how it supposed to happen. She's no longer an ordinary girl with a normal life anymore.

Trisha is being haunted by her pasts she wanted to forget. They keep coming back and she knows she needed to face them in order to move on. But what if one of it makes her tremble with fear while the other one was with a mix of desire? Can she really escape them? What she doesn't know is that one is willing to protect her no matter what, even binding and branding her with the devil's possession to do so.

Sonica Singh Sikarwar is not your ordinary protagonist and damsel in distress. She is bold. She is outrageous. She is confident and she knows 'it'! 'Life is an unstoppable flow and we must get along with it.' However, life isn't all roses and strawberries too. It has got thorns too, but Sony is ready to be pricked. An ordinary girl of the age of twenty-three, her life came to shatter when her engagement with Rudransh Shenoy, CEO of the Shenoy Group of Industries was called off. At the age of twenty and six, Rudransh is a heartthrob and a dream man of any young girl. He is sharp, cunning, intelligent, calm, and knows how to get his way into most things. After going through a bunch of disappointing relationships that led him to nowhere, Rudransh upon having Sonica for himself. The girl he really admires and looks forward to spending his whole life with. However, things don’t always go as planned. Just when one is sure of certainty and 'assured' win. Life smacks hardest at the face. One day before her engagement, Sonica drops by the office and catches Rudransh kissing his assistant. Shattered and heartbroken, she slapped him hard and did what any other woman in her sensible mind would do. Called off the engagement. But Rudransh isn't a brat to mess with. A year later, he was back with a keen persistence upon persuading her. “Where the words fail, action does the work.” Tired of constant rejections, Rudransh has decided to play dirty. As per section 9 of The Hindu Marriage Act: He demands restitution of his conjugal rights from a wedding that never took place. Will Sonica be able to escape her ex's well-planned trap? Or will she accept fate and give in?

When he pulled her into his arms, an intense desire to have this woman burned in him. He loved how her feminine body fit just right in his arms. Her sweet scent drove down his spine and awoke this unusual tingling sensation in him. He knew he needed to control his yearning for her, but couldn't deny himself the privilege to have her in his arms while it lasted. He meant it when he said he needed this woman: he needed more from this woman who had undeniably taken his senses into her heart, and he craved to enjoy this moment: at least, for a while. His grip on her waist tightened as he whispered soothingly into her ear. “I suddenly feel sick. Babysit me tonight.” ****************** Ava's last wish would be: to get married to someone who is involved in illegal businesses, but unfortunately, her last wish became her reality. Things turned out so unexplainable, and she ended up getting married to a stranger: a billionaire mafia lord: Alexander Georgia; despite having feelings for another man. But, what happens when she discovers that the man whom she had feelings for only approached her for business purposes against Alexander? And also… What happens when she realises that the man she calls a stranger, wasn't entirely a, 'stranger,' as they both have a past together. A past that could ruin their future.

Despite a decade of marriage, Simon never once shared my bed, claiming that he had pledged himself to ascetic practices and that it was beneath him. I thought that he suffered from some shameful ailment and guarded his secret like a devoted fool, until my birthday, when I came home to find him entangled with a brothel worker before the floor-length mirror. When I lunged forward in rage, he drove a shard of that broken mirror straight through my heart. When I awoke, I was gripping my phone, its screen illuminating a message Simon had just sent: [I’ll still give you a lavish wedding, but the marriage certificate? That belongs to her.]

In New York’s Upper East Side, there were two heirs. One was a speed-obsessed daredevil dominating the racetracks, the other was a brilliant actuary who controlled the flow of capital. Born into powerful families and polar opposites in temperament, yet they grew up side by side as each other’s only best friend. They had fought over girls and bickered endlessly over racing bets. However, at fifteen, there was one thing they did in perfect unison. They each put on the same roughly carved bronze badge. They were trinkets Mia had idly made during a craft class, marked only by a faint “M” scratched on the back. Back then, Mia was seated in the last row of the classroom. Her background was a complete mystery to everyone. Yet they wore that badge for ten whole years. Whether standing on the F1 podium or locking in billion-dollar trades at the exchange, the cheap little badge on their chests never changed. Until Ella showed up. She was the cherished daughter of a rising conglomerate family. She hand-stitched two gold-thread fabric patches and gifted them to them. The patches looked so ordinary they looked like the kind of trinket you would find three for a dollar at a flea market. And yet, they both replaced their bronze badges with her plain patches. Mia did not say anything. She simply folded away an old newspaper clipping with a photo of the three of them smiling together. That night, she called her father in Sicily. Her voice was emotionless. “Papa, I accept the marriage arrangement.”