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Fed up with the perilous life of a deadly agent, Allison Miles decides to start anew. She relocates to a new city, adopts a new identity, and deliberately gets fat to avoid recognition. While at this, she finds love with billionaire tycoon Williams, and they marry. For a while, Allison believes she is loved by Williams. However, her whole world comes crumbling at her feet when she discovers Williams cheating with her best friend of two years, Jessica. The betrayal cuts deep, and Williams's remorseless attitude only increases her pain. Desperate to escape the agony, Allison runs out into the stormy night, her vision blurred by tears. And things get terrible when a car accident results in the loss of her three-month old pregnancy. Lying in a hospital bed, Allison's suffering worsens as Williams and Jessica visit her, not to offer comfort and apology but for Williams to shove divorce papers in her face, demanding she signs them. Devastated and heartbroken, she succumbs, freeing Williams to be with Jessica. With the pain eating through Allison, she decides to go back to her old life as a powerful secret agent.  A year later, she returns, utterly different with a great body. She has regained her skills and power as a secret agent. Confident, strong and ready to take control, she is fueled by a burning desire for revenge. And she vows to make Williams and Jessica pay for their betrayal.

"Dari kecil, semua yang aku suka, pasti kamu ingin merebutnya! Selamat, kamu berhasil lagi!"Cintia terpaksa merelakan kekasih yang telah bersamanya selama 3 tahun.Sejak saat itu, Cintia memutuskan untuk tidak lagi menjalin cinta dengan pria mana pun. Akan tetapi di luar dugaannya, muncul seorang anak laki-laki berusia enam tahun, dengan suara yang sangat manis, membujuknya untuk 'pulang bersama'.Kemudian, Cintia dihadapkan dengan sosok 'Suami' yang merupakan seorang bos besar berwajah tampan ditambah auranya yang sangat mendominasi. Dengan tegas, Cintia berterus terang, "Aku pernah dikhianati.""Jadi, aku tidak bisa memercayai siapa pun lagi," kata Cintia tetap teguh pada pendiriannya."Kamu seharusnya tidak membandingkan aku dengan bajingan itu!" kata pria itu sambil mengangkat alisnya."..." Cintia terpaku. Pria macam apa ini?Semua orang mengatakan Tuan Samuel Purnomo memiliki sosok yang dingin dan kaku, tidak sembarang orang bisa mendekatinya. Terlepas dari pandangan masyarakat terhadapnya, hanya Cintia yang tahu watak asli pria ini. Sungguh menyebalkan! Entah bagaimana Cintia bisa bertemu dengan orang seperti ini.

He finally had it and stripped her naked, she didn't struggle, she just looked at him and let him do what he wanted with her. Until he had her wrists cuffed to the bedpost and she looked like a fragile beautiful woman who he was going to protect and cherish. "You've never been a loser in my eyes." He said as he kissed her softly on her forehead, then trailing his kisses down her body. ***** What do you get when you mix one very work-driven female agent with one goal driven drug lord? Will she give in to his charms? Will he seduces her with more info? Find out will the odd couple managed to get around their differences and find their happy endings? Or will the opposite attraction fail them... This is the story about our Karla and Yegor. Read snippets about them in "The Bratty Heiress" ***** Warning! R-Rated for 18+ due to strong, explicit language and sexual content*

Michael Scott is a werewolf special agent, working for the CIA. He’s their best detective and he’s sent to the toughest missions out there when the bureau needs successful completion of an assignment. Despite his young age, he’s caught some of the most dangerous criminals in the US. However, the newest task he’s given seems to be slightly different. Michael is not only sent to the other side of the world where he’s expected to prove one of the richest and most respected businessmen in the world- Richard Gallahard is a mafia boss and head of a criminal empire, but Michael’s also expected to perfectly blend-in in the world of politicians, royals and top-notch businessmen. And all of that would have been perhaps slightly easier for Michael if the cruelest among them- the cold-hearted, rumored future head of the gang and Richard’s young protege and lover- Killian O’Dwyer wasn’t his mate.

My fiance, Dante de Rossi, is the heir to a mafia family in Manhorne, and he loves me dearly. Yet, a month before our wedding, he says his family has arranged for him to have a baby with his childhood friend, Isobel de Luca. Despite my refusal to agree to it, he brings it up daily and tries to push me into it. Half a month before the wedding, I receive a pregnancy report. I find out that Isobel is over a month pregnant. I have yet to give Dante my permission. This is when I realize just how fragile our years-long relationship is. I cancel the wedding and destroy everything he has ever given me. On the day of the wedding, I set off for Etolia to further my medical career. I accept a role with an international medical organization, severing all ties with the mafia. From that moment onward, he and I no longer have anything to do with each other!

Trois mois avant notre mariage, mon petit ami a publié sur Instagram un certificat de mariage, à lui et à ma sœur adoptive, ainsi qu'une photo de grossesse de cette dernière. La légende disait : « Nous avons légalement accueilli notre enfant. » Ma sœur adoptive a commenté avec un émoji timide. Ma mère a aimé la publication et elle a écrit : « Quand le bébé naîtra, je vous aiderai à le garder. Vivez votre vie de couple sans souci. » Je ne pouvais pas m'empêcher de commenter un point d'interrogation. La seconde d'après, les reproches de mon petit ami se sont abattus sur moi comme une tempête. Il a dit : « Elle t'a juste emprunté mon temps pour un an, le temps qu'elle accouche. Ensuite, elle me rendra à toi. »

I arranged a lavish dinner cruise in Alpha Lucien Grimfang's honor. However, I mistakenly wore the ceremonial gown that had once belonged to his late Luna, Sylvia Wilder. In front of all the guests, his ten-year-old son, Rhett Grimfang, suddenly rammed me into the champagne tower. The shattered crystal glasses left deep cuts across my skin. "Don't think that you can replace my mother just because you're wearing her sacred gown! You're nothing but a dog—obedient and always at my father's beck and call! Don't you dare dream of claiming a Luna's honor!" His cold, scornful expression mirrored Lucien's perfectly. "I can make you leave anytime I want!" I forced myself to look up at the pup I had raised. "Don't trouble yourself. Tomorrow, I'll submit my resignation to the Elder Council and leave for good."

I had been with Lars Carter for six years. The head of Midas Capital in Eastwind City, he was a rising star in Riverton's Silver Street—the heart of this nation's financial world. Few knew his true roots. Within him flowed the Vitalus bloodline. Lars descended from an old mafia clan from the city of Virgil in Vitalus, the Viktors. Midas Capital was ours. We built it from the ground up together; Lars would haunt private clubs, ironing out business deals amid drinks. I would stay by his side, doing the accounts, steering the direction of the negotiations, and memorizing every detail of the high-stakes contracts. We did everything together—a tight team. Or so I thought. In my naivete, I was convinced I would rule the city alongside him. The woman behind the man, so to speak. …Until Pearl Ross arrived two months ago. His childhood sweetheart moved from Virgil to Eastwind City. It was then that I knew—she was the one he was waiting for all along. It had always been her. "Lars, I want to get married." Lars' face tightened; hesitation veiled in businesslike concern. "Bianca, you know the company's at a critical stage… We're mid-fundraising. I can't right now." I smiled, calm and composed. "That's fine." He misunderstood. I was getting married—just not to him.

After three miscarriages for Xavier Lowe, I see it—my mother-in-law has three years left, my father-in-law nine years, and my sister-in-law two years. I say nothing. After the third miscarriage, my mother-in-law blames me, calling me a curse who "kills" children. My sister-in-law sneers, saying she almost died in a car crash the year I married Xavier—as if my bad luck dragged her down. My mother-in-law snaps, "She can't even keep a child. It must be because she's cursed!" Xavier just stands there, silent. He doesn't say a single word for me. I know that, deep down, he believes that I bring bad luck. Maybe it's also because he already has someone else—his secretary, Yvette Snyder. His mother has always liked her better, and he clung to her the night I lost my third child. I don't explain because I know the truth will only destroy them faster. On my 28th birthday, I catch a glimpse of my own countdown in the mirror. On that day, I take a leave of absence. I go to the funeral home and pick out an urn—pure white, just like the wedding dress I once wore. Wearing a beautiful floral dress, I text Xavier, asking him to meet me at the lake where we first met ten years ago. I wait from daylight until nightfall as my countdown ticks to zero. I die, and he never shows up.

Vincenzo Moretti was Stonehaven’s youngest financial titan— a tech mogul commanding a multibillion-dollar empire, gracing the covers of business magazines as a modern legend. But only a select few knew the truth: he was also the ruthless Don controlling the East Coast mafia. To him, wealth and power were mere chips in a game. And I? I was just another pawn used to stabilize a fragile family alliance. In our ten-year marriage, he slept with my friends, my coworkers… every single person I once trusted. Then one morning, as I took our one-month-old baby for a routine checkup, Sienna Newton, his latest mistress, ran me down with her car. The baby screamed endlessly. I begged her to take us to the hospital, and when Vincenzo arrived, he looked at me with cold disdain. “Isabella,” he sneered, “when did you learn to stage accidents? “Even if you died here, I wouldn’t bat an eye.” Then he took Sienna’s hand and walked away without a backward glance. By the time I was rushed to the hospital, the child in my arms had suffocated. Upon hearing the news, my mother suffered a heart attack. She didn’t survive. I slipped into a coma for two days. When I finally woke up, I found out that Vincenzo never visited. Instead, his father, Renato Moretti, the true king of the Moretti empire, stood by my bedside. I looked at him calmly and said, “Let me go. Whatever I owed your family, I’ve repaid in full with two lives.” Later, that same Don who had once looked down on me knelt before me, begging me to come home. But I was no longer the woman who waited, silent and broken, for his change of heart. I was the Don’s wife who turned away and never looked back.