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Vanessa’s life was falling apart. Her marriage has failed, her company made her redundant and the lease on her apartment is up and the landlord plans to sell. Fed up, miserable and alone, she buys a country manor and vows to start a new life. When she arrives, she discovers a house almost in the same condition as her life. The roof needs fixing, the plumbing is older than some countries and the draft blowing up her skirt seems to be the only thing brave enough to go near her lady parts for years. Then comes Clay. Gorgeous with smouldering green eyes and a V that can make any girl forget the rest of the alphabet, but 15 years younger than herself. Clay seems to be the handyman she needs to get everything sorted, including between the sheets. But with the town gossip ladies against them due to the age difference and Vanessa’s ex dead set on destroying her, could handyman Clay be the fresh start her heart desperately craves?

Her husband gave her a divorce paper less than twenty-four hours after their wedding. D__Divorce? What?” Her marriage crumbles in 24 hours. JOPHIEL tosses a divorce paper in Sloane’s face, whispering, “I never loved you—just needed your fortune.” Betrayed by her husband, stepsister, step‑mom, and dad, Sloane signs away everything, walks out, and hooks up with a stranger. Six years later she storms back into New York with Quadruplets—Two spitting images of JOPHIEL , two of the mystery men she had a one night stand with. Both men now want her back… and the babies. Will Sloane ever forgive? Who really fathered the quads? Read this Scandalous story with me – discover who the quads belong to and whether love can survive betrayal. Content Warning. Strictly 18+. It contains DarkRomance, such as lust, obsession. You’ll love it

On the night before her wedding, Klaire Kingston catches her fiancé cheating with her sister and runs away from home with nothing but a shattered heart. After saving an elderly woman’s life, she agrees to a secret flash marriage with the woman’s mysterious grandson. Aman she has never met. But less than twenty-four hours later, her unknown husband texts her three devastating words: Let’s get divorced. Determined to survive on her own, Klaire lands a job at the prestigious Vilmorre Enterprise, only to discover that her cold, arrogant billionaire boss is Aleksander Vilmorre. The same man secretly married her. The only problem? Neither of them knows it. Now Klaire must survive a ruthless workplace, avoid her obsessive ex-fiancé, and work side by side with the husband trying to divorce her… while unknowingly falling in love with him.

I met Nikos Stavros on a flight to Athens. The moment our paths crossed, my life began to unravel. Nikos is arrogant. He is a man who moves through the Athens as if it belongs to him. And then I discover, he’s the billionaire my brother owes two million euros, so walking away from him isn’t an option. To protect my family, I agree to work for him for three months. A simple arrangement, strictly professional and clear boundaries At least, that’s what I tell myself. But working for Nikos means long hours, shared spaces, and a tension neither of us can ignore. Every boundary I set, he pushes. Every rule I enforce, he calmly tests. I remind myself this is just a contract. Then our parents announce their engagement and in three weeks, the man I’ve been trying desperately not to fall for… will become my stepbrother.

She stood before the mirror, her hands trembling as she ran a brush through her hair. Her eyes were wide and fearful, a far cry from the confident and self-assured woman she had been just a few hours before. This was no ordinary betrothal – she was being forced into marriage with a man of immense wealth and power, a man she knew nothing about. She felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter. Olivia Archer woke up one morning to discover that she had been betrothed to a ruthless billionaire. She felt a mix of emotions: shock, fear, and confusion. She knew that saying no to the betrothal would have dire consequences, but saying yes seemed even more dangerous. What was she to do? The options before her seemed impossible, and yet she had to make a choice. Which path would she take?

"You can't just touch me however you please." I spat angrily as he runs his fingers along the curves of my breast. The words leaving my mouth not corresponding with the wetness in my underwear. "Is that so? Do you want to know why I can do whatever I want with you?" He asks but I don't answer. "Because I own you." Aurelia's life revolved around working long hours at multiple jobs to take care of bills but mostly to pay off her father's gambling debt. She comes home to find that she has been sold off to a mob boss by her father to save himself. Read more to find out what happens on Aurelia's journey as the mob boss' possession. Rated 18+ contains: Violence Sexual Content Vulgar Language.

Before Mom's surgery, Mason—yeah, the Mason Leonhart from one of Brighton's big-name families—suddenly "had" to go on a business trip and couldn't be at the hospital. A few hours later, Judy Yeager blasted a video on social. There was Mason, Mr. Born-With-A-Silver-Spoon, recycling bottles with her. Caption: [If we work hard together, no hardship can scare us.] I couldn't resist. [Future Leonhart heir, worth ten billion, still helping his girl recycle bottles to trade in for cash—heartwarming.] It vanished in seconds. My phone lit up. Mason's voice? Ice cold. "Shiloh Harrington, what was that? Call Judy. Tell her you were joking." I laughed. "Keep playing your little poor-boy cosplay without me." Hung up. Three days till the divorce cooling-off ended. Then Mason could be the broke man he was pretending to be.

In order to protect my father, I was tortured for ten hours, but my father was busy celebrating his adopted daughter’s eighteenth birthday. With my dying breath, I called my father and said, “Dad, it’s my birthday today. Could you wish me a happy birthday?” “You crazy monster! You got your mother killed in order to celebrate your birthday! How could you still ask me to celebrate your birthday? You should just die!” With that said, he hung up. The next day, my corpse was placed in different flower pots and put in front of a police station. My father was in charge of inspecting my corpse, and he could immediately tell that the murderer did this for revenge. What they did to me was cruel and made a mockery of the police’s authority. But he did not manage to tell that the deceased was the daughter he hated.

My wife, Emma Davies, and I have held our wedding and stayed together for five years. However, we still have not registered our marriage. Every time we plan to do it, her colleague, Keegan Estrada, somehow causes trouble. The first time, he cannot handle a document, so she eagerly stays at the company to help him. The second time, he has a fever. She hangs up and leaves without hesitation. The third time, he is undergoing his performance evaluation. She gets so anxious that she leaves me waiting at the City Hall for an entire day. This happens 15 times in total. Every time we are about to register our marriage, Keegan will always have something going on that disrupts it. I finally understand. I do not want to waste my time on Emma anymore. But when I walk away for real, she chases after me desperately to the point that she even disregards her own life.

My mate cheated on me two days before our mating ceremony… with my worst enemy. And I was still expected to marry him. Because family honour comes first. —·—·—·—·—·—·— Two hours before Iris's mating ceremony, a video lands in her hands, and destroys everything she thought she knew about her fated mate. Her father doesn’t care. The alliance is too important. The ceremony will go on. Iris is supposed to smile. Obey. Become Luna. She doesn't, she runs instead. Right into the hands of Aurelian Virex, the Lycan billionaire who owns the empire her mate serves. A man far more dangerous than the one she left behind. Now Iris has a choice: go back and live a life decided for her… Or step into a world she doesn’t understand, and lose herself to a man she was never meant to meet.