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Broken and dispirited, Ara runs away from her Pack, who were determined to destroy her, and in her escape, she runs into the path of Eros, the ruthless Lycan King. A man who is known for his cold and aloof personality. A man who never shows his emotions. But all these changes when he meets Ara. Suddenly, he could feel. The only problem is that the woman who rouses his feelings is too broken to reciprocate. Would Eros be able to convince Ara to risk her heart again when the last person to owe her heart shattered it beyond repair?

A woman escapes an abusive relationship and is accidentally saved by a mafia leader who is hunting the same man. He offers her safety but only if she stays under his control. What starts as protection turns into obsession, loyalty, and a love that could destroy both of them.

On the eve of her loveless arranged marriage, heartbroken Ava takes the ultimate gamble—proposing to DeMarco, the mysterious bartender who says yes without hesitation. Their impulsive elopement shocks her controlling family, but Ava has no idea her new "nobody" husband is secretly a billionaire. Determined their love won't be bought, DeMarco whisks her away to his ranch, hiding his fortune so they can build something real. As old flames, family pressures, and buried secrets threaten their fragile bond, Ava must decide if she'll risk everything for the unpredictable promise of real love—or fold and return to her former life.

“Please, don't kill me…. Please.." she pleaded, trying to grasp fragments of her breath as she stared at the lifeless body and pool of blood before her in fright. "Jason, she might be a good toy for the night, what do you think?" One of the men asked his colleague, stretching strands of his beards. "You must be insane. Have you forgotten the mission statement?" Jason asked and he scratched his head. "Pretty girl, I'm sorry" he said, squatting to the level of the girl who trembled on the floor. "Anyone who sees the hit, goes down with the target" one of them said coldly from behind and the next moment, a bullet hole was formed between her brows as her body convulsed.

Seraphina Blackwood discovered the truth on an ordinary Thursday. After years of predawn breakfasts and midnight work sessions, after countless school plays and bedtime stories, her eight year old son had chosen someone else to call family. The other woman had been there all along, slowly taking her place, Sera's husband equally complicit…while Sera was busy keeping their household afloat.

I was New York’s golden girl, the perfect princess. But for three years, I loved a monster, Don Damien Costello. I finally got the courage to propose. And I found him kissing another woman, Sophia Marcelli, the princess of our rival family. "I'm bored with you, my perfect little doll. I need a real queen. Sophia is the only one fit to be by my side." All of New York was talking. Damien Costello had tossed me aside. So I moved on, Found another man. Left my old self behind. We kissed in a cramped elevator. I did something I'd never dared to do. I just never expected the doors to open. And there he was. My ex. Don Damien. His face was pure murder.

Smart, independent, and possessing a flawless face reminiscent of a Greek goddess, it turns out that these qualities have little impact on Glara's domestic life. Navigating the ship of marriage for 5 years did not make her life smooth. Her return from Japan brought a new chapter in her life. Intending to surprise her husband and child, Glara was instead shocked by her husband's behavior. She was insulted and discarded by both her husband and his family. Unprepared for the surprise she received, Glara could only surrender and chose to follow her husband's words. Not yet done with the surprises from her husband, Glara also discovered another shocking fact about the health of her only son. Glara's only son requires serious medical attention. Economic constraints bind Glara, forcing her to make decisions she had never imagined. Will Glara successfully overcome every obstacle in her life?

At the label showcase, Lily Monroe pointed at the second microphone beside Adrian Vale and asked, "Is this where Mira usually sings with you?" The room went quiet. That mic had been mine for seven years. From dive bars with sticky floors to sold-out theaters, I had stood to Adrian's left for every acoustic closer. I wrote the lyrics, arranged the harmonies, booked the early gigs, and talked club owners into paying us when Adrian was too proud to ask. Everyone in the band knew that final song was ours. Adrian had once promised me that when we sold out our first arena, we would sing it together before he announced our engagement. But Lily only tilted her head and smiled, all nervous charm and pretty innocence. "Can I try her part?" Adrian looked at me for half a second. Then he handed her the spare in-ear monitor. "Go ahead." The rehearsal room went silent in the way people go silent when they know they have just watched someone get replaced. Lily stepped up to my microphone. Adrian leaned close to adjust the stand for her height, his hand lingering at her waist as he showed her where to come in on the chorus. The band looked anywhere but at me. That was the moment I realized Adrian Vale and I were over.

Fired. Betrayed. Forgotten. After losing everything to ruthless CEO Dylan Loperse, Vanel Lensy comes back disguised as a servant to destroy him from within. But revenge becomes complicated when Dylan falls for the very man he's hunting—and Vanel starts falling too.

After the young officer Edward Shaw took first place in a high-profile shooting exhibition attended by senior officials, his family adopted a rather peculiar tradition. At the annual family banquet, he would perform a blindfolded shooting. Whichever woman's token his bullet struck was taken as a sign that she would become his fiancée. Determined to marry him, I placed the handkerchief I had carefully chosen as close to him as possible. Yet, for three consecutive years, his shots hit nothing at all. I told myself the handkerchief must have been too light, too easy to miss. So each year, I replaced it with something more refined, more eye-catching than before. That illusion lasted until the night before my eighteenth birthday, when I happened to overhear him speaking with a friend at a reception. "Miss Jasmine's handkerchief is right in front. Even blindfolded, you should be able to hit it. How do you keep missing every year?" Edward swirled his glass, his tone casual. "Tracy's still young. The moment she hears I'm getting engaged, she starts crying. "I promised I'd wait until she's a little older. As for Jasmine, she's waited for me all these years. It's not like she's going anywhere." With that, he casually tossed his glass into a metal bucket in the corner. It rang out with a sharp, hollow clang. I lowered my gaze and thought of my younger sister, only a year younger than me. So it had never been about the token. It was about the person who placed it there. In that case, there was no reason for me to keep holding on. After all, my father had already arranged a marriage for me. Three days later, at that same family banquet, I would be formally engaged.