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After four years with Killian, I got pregnant. I took the pregnancy test and my ID to a private hospital to set up a file, but when entering insurance information, I was stopped by the blonde administrative specialist. "Mrs. Smith, the system shows there is a problem with your marital status." She looked at me awkwardly. "Your marriage to Mr. Killian is not legally effective." I was stunned and instinctively retorted, "That's impossible. We registered in Las Vegas, all the procedures were..." "There is only an application record, no final signed effective document." The specialist turned the screen around and tapped the keyboard a few times. "Moreover, Mr. Killian's legal wife... shows another lady's name." That name was like a thorn, piercing fiercely into my retina. Elena. Killian's personal secretary, and also publicly recognized as the benefactor who saved his life in the Alps avalanche five years ago. I felt all the blood in my body flowing backward. How could it be her?

In the second year of our marriage, which Brett Mason had secured through relentless means, he brought home his latest conquest—a stunning blonde. As the door swung shut, he ran his fingers through her silky hair, flashing me a smug, triumphant grin. "Wanna join us? You might learn a thing or two about not being such a dead fish." I could still recall how he once adored my hair, claiming that just stroking it would melt away his deepest worries. It turned out any woman could serve that purpose. In that instant, a profound sense of release washed over me. I retrieved the divorce agreement I'd stashed away in a drawer and handed it to him. "Sign it, and I'll make room for her." My days were numbered, and I had no intention of wasting what little time remained entangled in his resentment.

The man in front of Emanuele is handsome: ebony-dark skin, shaved hair, shining eyes and big defined muscles. There is one thing wrong, however: a WOMAN is supposed to be answering the door. The beginning of this confusion, however, is just the tip of the iceberg: a fiery romance is about to emerge between them, as well as the obstacles.

Léa, 23 ans, blonde, studieuse et assidue, décroche un poste d’assistante dans une grande entreprise. Pleine d’espoir, elle tombe vite de haut face à Einer Durval, son patron : charismatique, strict et manipulateur, il tente de la faire renvoyer dès son arrivée, la jugeant banale et inexpérimentée. Mais Léa s’accroche. Sa rigueur et sa ténacité la maintiennent à son poste — et attisent l’intérêt toxique de Durval. Entre critiques humiliantes, exigences démesurées et compliments empoisonnés, il tisse autour d’elle une toile de contrôle psychologique. D’abord admirative, Léa sombre peu à peu dans le doute et la culpabilité… jusqu’au jour où elle comprend qu’elle n’est pas seule à avoir été piégée.

“True love stories never have endings.” Dean said softly. “Richard Bach.” I nodded. “You taught me that quote the night I kissed you for the first time.” He continued, his fingers weaving through loose hair around my face. “And I held on to that every day since.”

[WARNING; MATURE CONTENT; 18+] ~~~ “N-no—ahh!” and she gasped loudly the moment he tilted her head to one side by grabbing her hair from behind. Harshly. “Then why did you lie to me, hm?” he asks gruffly while his grip is tightening in her hair as he makes her face him. The tears on which she kept a hold till now, shed leisurely because of his grip. She squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered, “Please s-stop it.” “This is not the answer to my question, angel.” She heard him saying more gruffly into her ear. He kisses her earlobe before giving a jerk on his grip on her hair and adding to his words, “Your delay is doing your harm.” And she understood this clearly. “I-I didn’t want y-you to know t-that I’ll t-turn eighteen in the next three months—,” “Why?” “B-because I-I thought you...you will ruin me t-that time,” she managed to answer him as urgently as possible so he just leave her and he did it after getting his answers. ~~~~ Hazel was a prostitute, who maintained unmatched beauty in her brothel. Those who were fascinated by her beauty had become a lover of her beauty but she was not written in anyone's fate, because of her age. A seventeen-year-old girl, remained a victim of men's eyes until Daud came into her life. And he changed her life. Because the moment he laid his eyes on Hazel, he was determined to make her own. Then he didn't mind whichever path he chose.

In the fifth year of my marriage to Cyrus Shields, I fell ill. Sparing no cost, he said that he would find the most compatible donor for me. A week before the surgery, I was knocked out by medication. When I woke up, I touched my hair only to feel a smooth, bare scalp. Florence Grant stood there holding a pair of clippers, her eyes gleaming gleefully. She said, "Gayle, since you're about to have surgery anyway, I thought I'd help shave it off for you." But a bone marrow transplant never required shaving one's head. "Who told you you could do that? That was my hair!" I roared, trembling with rage. Cyrus pushed the door and entered at that moment, saying, "Florence is still young. She's just a little bit mischievous. Gayle, don't make such a huge fuss over it." He paused and looked at me with a complicated gaze before saying, "Besides, she's the one donating her bone marrow to you."

Finnegan Churchill grabs me by the hair and drags me to a staircase with 99 steps. He orders me to crawl my way up as an apology to his true love, Colette Brooke. At the same time, I'm supposed to pray for her. He has no idea I'm the one who cared for him during the three years he was blind.

Brandon Martinez has vowed never to get married. He enjoys a life devoid of commitment and filled with blonde models and contracts worth billions of dollars. Brandon is ready to go on living this way until his mother makes an announcement that rocks his world. Natalie Hayes is a simple girl from a small island in Louisiana. She has just lost her father, the only family she's ever had. She moves to Seattle, Washington in search of a new life and resumes work at the infamous Giancarlo restaurant owned by the wealthy Martinez family. A timely occurrence causes Rebecca Martinez, Brandon's mother to notice her and insist that she marry her son. Brandon has no intention of getting married, but even if he were to consider it, how could he stoop to the level of an impoverished waitress? Natalie just wants a simple life. Can she handle the responsibility and glamour that comes with being a Martinez? Can she stand Brandon's snobbery? Brandon and Natalie are two worlds apart. They are two broken people with hidden secrets. They'd never work. Or would they?

Kellina is a priestess wolf blessed with cold white hair and blue eyes while Rogan is soon to be the Alpha of the Pack. Both are close to their birthday when they will discover their true selves and possibly their mate but meeting weeks before their birthday can this new love survive their new wolves, the pack, the high priestess's wishes, and end up together...What else could be threatening them?