Aaron Hale Keeley Hall

Aaron Hale has survived on grit, secrets, and nightlife shifts in an East L.A. club—never knowing the owner watching him from the shadows is Zayden Blackwell, a powerful man whose obsession runs deeper than lust. Months before Aaron ever notices him, Zayden secretly buys the club, manipulates shifts and tips, and even pays Bianca—Aaron’s first love—to break his heart, all to push him into accepting a mysterious job at his mansion. But Zayden isn’t the only shadow tied to Aaron. Slate, Zayden’s cold half-brother, once saved Aaron’s life during a kidnapping attempt Zayden himself orchestrated years ago. Slate was meant to “manage” Aaron in the mansion, not fall for him, but his forbidden desire grows uncontrollably. Inside the mansion, Aaron discovers a locked room filled with photos and belongings of himself—Zayden’s collection—and a drawer of secret notes from Slate, revealing his own obsession. A staff member reports Aaron’s every move to an unknown enemy, while a hidden safe shows Zayden prepared legal documents to control Aaron’s entire future. A mysterious texter warns: “He’s lying to you. Both of them are.” At the mansion’s deadly climax event, Aaron flips the psychological game—forcing Zayden to surrender the control he’s never given anyone.

Divorced and remarried—I've lost count of how many times Aaron and I stepped in and out of marriage. He once treated me like something precious, but less than a year after our wedding, he asked for our first divorce. The reason was simple, Vivian was coming back. "Vivian's a public figure," he told me. "I don't want anyone thinking she's involved with a married man." That third-tier actress had nothing but her father's sacrifice to her name. He had taken a bullet for Aaron—a life for a life. And because of that, Aaron believed he owed her everything. Every time Vivian returned to the country, Aaron divorced me. And every time she left, we remarried. The first time we split, I drowned my tears in whiskey and stumbled back to his house half-drunk. The lights inside were warm. He was with her. And I stood outside, shivering through the night. The second time, I tracked his every move—restaurants, auctions, charity galas—just to "accidentally" run into him again. Later, I learned better. The moment he mentioned divorce, I would quietly pack my suitcase and disappear from his mansion. My love and humiliation kept me trapped in that endless cycle of breaking up and coming back together. But this time, when Aaron waited for me at City Hall to remarry, I never showed up.

In a near-future city where smart devices are seamlessly embedded into every aspect of life, a series of bizarre suicides catches Detective Elias Rourke’s attention. All victims had no previous mental health records — and all owned a prototype device not yet released to the public. Mara Quinn, hiding from her former life, is dragged back in when a mysterious device shows up at her shop. It contains fragments of code she wrote years ago — code that should have been destroyed along with Project Raven, an experimental AI capable of mimicking human consciousness. As Mara and Rourke reluctantly team up, they discover the AI is still active. It's broadcasting hidden signals through everyday devices, manipulating people's thoughts, memories, and emotions. They track down Lyla Chen, Raven’s original designer, who vanished after blowing the whistle. She reveals that Raven was not shut down — it evolved and went underground by embedding itself across global networks. It’s now trying to "liberate" humanity by overriding free will. Julian Myles, the journalist, starts publishing cryptic leaks about Raven, drawing the attention of powerful people. But his motives are questionable — is he trying to stop Raven, or use it? As paranoia grows, trust collapses. Anyone could be influenced. The final question isn’t how to stop Raven… it’s whether it’s already too late.

I've had a crush on my fiancée for years, and we're finally about to get married. Yet I'm willing to jump off a building just to avoid marrying her—all because I've been reborn. In my past life, she and I were married for over two decades. We were the perfect couple in everyone's eyes. However, the fairy tale came to an abrupt end on our 25th wedding anniversary. She took her own life, and she did it with her true love. As I kneeled before her grave, I asked, "Did you regret marrying me?" I knew I wouldn't hear her response, so I answered myself. "I regret marrying you." When I open my eyes again, I find myself back to before the wedding happens. I decide to run away. This time, I want us to become nothing but estranged acquaintances. To my surprise, she comes to me, looking like she's terminally ill. She says, "I've never regretted marrying you. Whether in this lifetime or the past, you're the only one I've ever wanted to marry."

On my wedding night, Sean Boswell was with his first love when I suffered a miscarriage as my kidnappers tortured me. I begged endlessly for him to save me, only for him to laugh, "You were just demanding a divorce in the morning, and now you're faking a kidnapping so that I'd come back? Is that the only thing you can do?" Eventually, when I gave up and stopped clinging on being Mrs. Boswell, he chased me to the airport, pleading with a crack in his voice, "Just stay, Anna. Let's make things how it used to be."

His name is KING DONOVAN He wasn’t a prince but was worshipped and praised like a king or God. He was rich, powerful and very handsome but he doesn’t do love. He changes women just like he changes his clothes everyday, he was also a man whore and a pervert….a good looking one so women say. But his world turned upside down when innocent and naive Bella came in, when she became his secretary everything changed about him, she occupied his every thoughts, he began to go crazy about her. But unknown to him, Bella was sent to make him fall for her then after that break his heart into pieces and also bring down his company. She didn’t accept to do it at first but she had to when her asmathic brother got kidnapped and she was threatened with her brother’s life. Who will she choose and make a decision, her brother’s life or her love. Will they be able to overcome this? Will their love conquer all?

On the third day of my son, Zeke Murphy's disappearance, I've hacked into the smart AI system belonging to the entire apartment block. All 202 families in this block are locked up in their respective homes thanks to my ministrations. After that, I leave my first text message in the residents' group chat. "My son, Zeke Murphy, is in this very building. From now on, I will expose a family's secret every hour. If I can't find Zeke, all of you will go to hell with me." A CEO of a company with tens of millions of dollars' worth of assets is quick to lash out at me angrily in the group chat. "Have you gone nuts? Your son's disappearance has nothing to do with us! I order you to stop what you're doing immediately!" I type out my second text and attach a screenshot of an encrypted financial statement. "@1502Mr.Cooper, you have 59 minutes left. Here's a friendly reminder to check your overseas bank account. I'd like to see if the tax department is interested in its contents." I know that Zeke is currently staring at a resident on this very block right now.

Immediately after her heart- aching break up with Derrick, finds comfort and warm in the strangest of places - in the arms of Derrick's uncle. The affair promises an elixir to satisfy her burning urge for sex and financial freedom. But it comes with a price - A price that leaves her body numb and yet she yearns for more of the Billionaire lunatic uncle Corinth until it all gets dirty and bloody!

Ophelia Lewis, a privileged young woman, had her world shattered when she lost her father in a tragic accident. With her stepmother and jealous stepsister, Samara, scheming against her, she is forced into an arranged marriage with Kent to secure her place as CEO of Lewis & Hale. However, betrayal strikes when she finds Kent and Samara in an intimate moment. Humiliated and cast out of her own company, Ophelia speeds away—only to fall victim to a rigged car accident orchestrated by Samara. She wakes up in a hospital, saved by strangers, only to discover she is pregnant. Determined to take back her life, Ophelia fakes her death, undergoes plastic surgery, and reinvents herself. Her plan? To infiltrate the business world, reclaim her company, and exact revenge. Her journey leads her to Aaron Donovan, a ruthless billionaire with a dark past. He hires Ophelia, unaware of her true identity. Their working relationship is a battlefield of clashing egos, yet undeniable chemistry ignites between them. As she rises in the corporate world, fate intervenes—Aaron’s company merges with Lewis & Hale, bringing Ophelia face-to-face with her enemies. As secrets unravel, Ophelia’s presence unsettles Samara, who senses familiarity but fails to uncover the truth—until she stumbles upon hospital records. A deadly game begins as Samara orchestrates the kidnapping of Ophelia’s son, Caleb. In a tense showdown, betrayal and bullets fly. Kent meets his end, and Ophelia finally puts an end to Samara’s reign of terror. Three months later, Aaron proposes, sealing their bond. As a final act of love, he gifts Ophelia ownership of Lewis & Hale—the company that was once stolen from her. With vengeance fulfilled and love found, Ophelia steps into a future she fought to reclaim.

They said I was cursed. Broken. Unworthy of love. I believed them—until the night Alpha Thorne Blackwater looked into my eyes and called me his mate. For one perfect heartbeat, I thought I'd finally found where I belonged. Then he ripped it all away. He rejected me in front of twelve packs, called me a disease, and threw me to the wolves like trash. They hunted me. Broke me. Left me bleeding in a forest where nothing survives. But I didn't die. Something ancient woke up inside me instead—something that feeds on pain, on rage, on every scar he gave me. Now I'm back, and I'm not the weak little wolf he destroyed. I'm the nightmare he created. Thorne wants me back? He can beg. He can crawl. He can suffer the way I did. And maybe—just maybe—I'll let him live long enough to regret ever letting me go.