Hi Ex, Your Uncle Is My Hubby Now

I will sign the divorce papers in three months. But I have conditions.” “For the next three months, you will treat me like a real wife. Not like a maid. Not like a ghost in your house. Like your actual wife. You will be kind to me. You will eat with me. You will talk to me. You will protect me from your mother and sister.” For two years, Sophie Callahan has cooked the meals, endured the insults, and made herself as small as possible inside her husband Derek's cold and luxurious world. Their marriage was never built on love. It was built on obligation, and everyone in that house has made sure Sophie never forgets it. Then a diagnosis changes everything. She has three months to live. She makes one last bold deal with the husband who has never truly seen her — three months of being treated like a real wife, in exchange for the divorce he desperately wants. Derek agrees. What he does not expect is to finally see her. And he is not the only one. Because when Edward Callahan's long-buried secret walks through the door in a perfectly tailored black suit, everything changes. Ares Callahan — the illegitimate uncle Derek never knew existed — has arrived to claim what is rightfully his. And from the moment his grey eyes find Sophie across a crowded room, he wants his nephew’s wife. Derek spent two years looking straight through his wife. Now the one man he cannot stand is the only one looking at her like she is everything. But as Sophie steps out of the shadows and into the fight of her life, she begins to realize the danger around her runs far deeper than a broken marriage.

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."

Jordan Hayes never meant for one desperate lie to summon the devil himself. Disowned by his family for being gay, scraping by at a smoothie shop and dodging creeps at his night job, Jordan's life is already a nightmare. When a persistent harasser corners him, he blurts out the first thing that comes to mind: “He's my boyfriend.” The words summon Damien Voss—tall, lethal, and terrifyingly beautiful. The ruthless mafia heir doesn't just play along. He claims the title. Permanently. One fake boyfriend ploy becomes a dangerous game. Damien starts showing up everywhere: outside Jordan's apartment, waiting for his shift, calling him “boyfriend” with a smile that promises ruin. Every time Jordan tries to run, Damien pulls him closer—possessive, obsessive, and far too aware of Jordan's every fear, every scar. Jordan thought he was using a monster to scare off wolves. He was wrong. The monster wants to keep him. Now Damien has a plan: leverage Jordan to destroy his father's empire. And if Jordan fights back? Damien will break him. Or make him his—body, soul, and screams. In a city of neon and shadows, one lie binds them forever. Hi, boyfriend. Welcome to hell. Warning: 18+ Dark romance. Obsession, stalking, violence, power imbalance, trauma. Reader discretion strongly advised.

After her boyfriend of five years betrays her, leaving Amanda with her father's crippling debt and the threat of losing her childhood home, she's forced into a desperate situation. Quinn McCullough, a young billionaire, sees an opportunity and offers to settle her debts in exchange for her hand in marriage. Desperate to save her family home, Amanda agrees, unaware of Quinn's ulterior motives. But as their marriage unfolds, Amanda discovers shocking truths about Quinn, including a dark familial connection that threatens to tear them apart. Will their union survive the secrets and betrayals lurking beneath the surface?

Emma arrives at summer camp excited for the opportunity to learn new skills and make new friends. She quickly meets Alex, who is also attending the camp. Despite their history, Emma is still attracted to Alex and they begin to reconnect. As they spend more time together, they start to remember what they once were. However, things take a turn, and some weird activities begin to occur at the camp. Later on, Emma and Alex are faced with the decision of whether to pursue their relationship again or to go their separate ways. In the end, they choose to give their relationship another chance, believing that their love is worth fighting for.

On their third wedding anniversary, Clark Summer gifted his wife a diamond necklace named "Love Nyla," broadcasting his devotion to the world. But while the public swooned, Nyla sat alone in their empty home, staring at a photo sent by a stranger: her husband’s new secretary, Jordyn, wearing that same necklace, tangled in Clark’s arms. For three years, Nyla had been the perfect, submissive wife. In return, she received betrayal, humiliation from her mother-in-law, and Clark’s sickening justification that his affair was merely a "physical necessity" while he still loved her. He believed Nyla was trapped, tethered to him by her father’s astronomical medical bills. He thought she would swallow the insults and raise his mistress's child. He was wrong. Selling their mansion, gathering evidence, and delivering irrefutable proof of her infidelity… Nera turned and left, donning a white lab coat instead of an apron, transforming overnight into a top-tier pharmaceutical researcher who had astonished the industry. When Clark, with belated repentance and red-eyed pleading for her return, saw his icy ex-wife being gently embraced by his uncle Damon, he saw the aloof man before him. The superior man coldly glanced at his nephew, his voice low and dangerous: "What are you calling 'wife'? Call her 'auntie'."