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"This pussy is mine. Don't ever think of running away because you can't" Damien growls Aurora’s life is planned out. She is the niece of the Chicago mafia leader and has been promised in marriage for years. But on her wedding day, dressed in her white gown and on the way to church, her world shatters. Damien, the ruthless leader of the Vegas Mafia family, kidnaps her. Damien wants revenge because the Aurora 's broke the peace between their families, and now he will destroy them. Stealing Aurora, someone the Chicago Mafia family swore to protect, is only the start. Aurora refuses to break. Even in Damien’s dangerous hands, she holds onto her pride, showing him that she won’t bow so easily. But the more Damien tries to crush her spirit, the more he realizes she’s not like anyone he’s faced before. He’s a cruel man on a mission to hurt the her family. She’s a strong woman determined to stand tall against the monster. Two families are at war, and nothing will ever be the same.

I replaced my sister. Stepping into Claire’s wedding gown, I vowed myself to Tobin Voss, the most feared mafia lord in the city. It was the perfect deception, my way of punishing her for a lifetime of betrayal. With every smile I gave him, every lie I told, I slipped deeper into her life, hiding my true name beneath the mask of a devoted bride. I thought I could control the game. Pretend. Lie. Survive. But Tobin is not a man easily deceived, and his world is built on blood, power, and loyalty. One slip and I’m dead. Then Claire returned. Broken but ruthless, and hungrier than ever to claim what I stole. Her husband, her throne, her place at his side. Now I am trapped between his dangerous desire, her merciless vengeance, and the secrets that could burn me alive. He thinks I am his bride. She thinks I am her enemy. And I don’t know which one will destroy me first.

Ten years ago, Morris Amelia left her high school boyfriend without a single word and left for America to continue her studies. Despite the long distance between the both of them , Amelia couldn't stop loving the guy he left , even when she tried so hard not to show it on her face. Not able to continue torturing herself , Amelia decided to go after him but met her nemesis going after him. *** "Cheers for breaking the world fastest record Stanley!" Those words were said in unison among his male friends as they were celebrating his victory on the night he won the fastest record as the best swimmer. "Thank you guys" Stanley said, along the way he was roughly pulled up by a lady in a blue gown adorned with shimmering stone , her hazel eyes mixed with different feelings. "Stanley , I'm back for you!" The lady muttered under her breath and just like that their lips collided. Different cameras started clicking on them. *** "And why are you kissing my fiance?"

Marriage is meant to be a promise sealed in love, yet Ama’s story began with silence, pressure, and a choice that was never hers. Mistaken for her missing twin sister on the day of a high-profile union, Ama is forced into a marriage meant to save two powerful families from collapse. With no time to speak, no chance to refuse, she is pushed into a bridal gown that doesn’t belong to her… and a name that isn’t hers to carry. When power speaks, obedience follows. Bound by duty and fear of destroying her family, Ama walks down the aisle and swears vows to a man she has never met—Daniel Mensah, a cold, untouchable billionaire rumored to have no heart at all. She enters the marriage believing it is nothing but a mistake. But behind Daniel’s distant eyes lies a man who sees through her silence, protects her without question, and slowly becomes the only truth in a life built on lies. Because sometimes… the wrong vow leads you exactly where you were meant to be. Write for the mistake. Write for the love. Write for the Mr. Right found in a union that was never supposed to be.

She has made us proud and today she will make history. Her name is Jedidiah Aaro. Come up to the throne and receive your crown my daughter.” There was a sudden hush in the entire hall. For a second, even I thought I had heard wrong and just stood rooted to my spot, a frown etched in my face, my brows furrowed. Jedidiah? Someone suddenly pushed past me and I almost fell If I hadn't stood my ground, only for me to watch as Jedidiah cat walked towards the throne. Her outfit, unlike the suit I had worn was a skimpy revealing gown with pink stiletto heels. She sat down proudly on the throne and right before my very eyes, my father lifted the crown- MY crown and placed it right on her head. The crowd resumed cheering, but this time it wasn't as cheerful and loud as it was before. Infact, it felt like they were being forced to give the mandatory standing ovation. I was still rooted to my spot, hoping and believing everything was a dream, but it wasn't. My step sister, Jedidiah was sitting on the throne, wearing the crown. Alpha Jedidiah? What a joke.

My dormmate invites me to a college mate's engagement party. I choose an expensive tailor-made gown for the occasion. When I arrive at the hotel, I see several of my former classmates are already there. Everyone looks like they're doing well—they're wearing expensive clothing. Someone is even wearing something from a luxury brand. As soon as I enter the private room, a familiar classmate rolls her eyes at me. "Look at who it is—the woman who was once the most outstanding student in our class. You're dressed so plainly for such an important occasion." Everyone is circled around the classmate who's wearing something from a luxury brand. They ignore me. Only our former class monitor clinks glasses with me and consoles me softly. "It's good enough that you're here. You're dressed plainly, but don't give up. You'll succeed one day." I sip my wine and smile. "My outfit may not be too opulent, but it's an expensive, tailor-made piece. It's 100% handcrafted by a master designer."

For stumbling upon a purge, I was taken by the city’s most dangerous don, Lucca of the Rossi family. He said it was the only way I’d survive. So he kept me in his mansion, taught me how to shoot, and drilled me in the rules of the underground world. He would stroke my hair and call me his innocent lily. Everyone knew I was his woman. Until one day, he handed me over to the enemy to secure an alliance with the Balsamo family. That was when I realized I was never his lover, just the sharpest blade in his hand. I buried all my feelings, faked my death, and disappeared. Years later, we met again at a casino. He looked at me in a backless gown, the rose tattoo on my back on full display. “Eliana, I once loved that purity of yours. Look at you now—tempting, yet cheap.” I smiled lightly, brushing his hand away. “Can’t help it, Don Rossi. The owner of this place just likes me this way.”

In her right state of mind, she would never have even been in a strangers car more less kissing him deeply at the backseat, but she wasn't in her right state of mind. Jeff's hand came down her face, to her neck, he held her waist gently and she let out a soft moan. She had nothing on but a silk gown that had thin straps. “Sir, ma'm we're here" Walter said out loud. They hadn't noticed the car had stopped some minutes ago. Emily's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she quickly sat upright, and picked her purse and heels. …. They had a misunderstanding when they met, an intimate moment the second time they met. All a big misunderstanding and they swore to never cross paths again. Little did Emily know Jeff was her new boss and the first son of Frank Aston, Billionaire and Head of Aston corporations. Third time’s the charm, but not for these two who knew they had fallen for each other but couldn’t be together.

My ex-boyfriend, the Don's heir, was getting married today. In the grand reception hall, the bride, Elena, moved through the crowd with a champagne flute in hand, toasting the bosses and captains who'd flown in from across the island. In the dressing room, Luca had me pinned against the gown the bride had just changed out of, fucking me hard. The mirror gave me back a stranger, hair tangled, not a stitch of clothing left on me, my neck covered in marks he'd left like a signature. The camera on the side table blinked red. Three knocks at the door. Luca stood up, straightened the white rose boutonniere on his lapel, picked up the black earpiece from the table and pressed it in. He tossed it at me without looking. "One night. Half a million euros. Anna, you're even pricier than I remembered." I watched his back as he walked out, and picked up the check with shaking hands. Rosa, don't be scared. Mama's got the money to save you.

When Elara Hayes stepped into the Valcourt Foundation gala in a borrowed red gown, she expected to serve drinks and disappear into the background. She did not expect Adrian Valcourt, the cold and untouchable billionaire heir, to cross the room and ask her to waltz. One dance. One moment. One mistake she can’t take back. Because Adrian didn’t choose her by chance. After the gala, he pulls her into his world with an offer she can’t afford to refuse. But the closer Elara gets to him, the more she feels it the tension he’s trying to ignore, the secrets he refuses to speak, and the danger circling them both. Someone wants her gone. Someone knows what Adrian is hiding. And someone is willing to hurt her to keep the past buried. He should stay away from her. She should fear him. But betrayal hides behind the walls he commands, and the closer she gets to the truth, the deeper she falls into a forbidden love that could destroy them both. When the real enemy steps out of the shadows… Will he protect her, or sacrifice her to save the Valcourt legacy?