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Two so different and opposite heart forced into marriage gradually bearing lustful feelings for each other, and love for another, lies and secrets of the past. But when Melissa finds out that she is pregnant for the Playboy CEO Edward McDonald's who values three things most in his life_ Money, Women and Sex. She is in love with another man instead _ Andrei who works as a bartender at her usual drinking spot and is left with only two option_ to keep her baby and run away with the man she truly loves tarnishing her family's image or to kill her baby and continue her secret affair outside her marriage and save her family's image. What does she choose to do.

Bound to a worthless Alpha via a marriage of convenience, Dahlia Hartnett has no other choice but to seek the help of the fearsome Alpha King when she finds out her husband’s mistress is pregnant with his child and they plan to overthrow her to take over her pack. However, the horrifying rumors about the Alpha King make her hesitate, until she stumbles upon a shocking secret. Killian Blackburn has lived with a curse almost all his life, a cruse that no woman in the kingdom has ever been able to break…until Dahlia breaks in through the door and bulldozes into his life. A contract is formed on mutual benefits, but when the heart comes into play…will the fierce Alpha be able to keep his end of the bargain? And why was he cursed in the first place? And why is Dahlia the only person who can break through the haze and arouse his desires like no other? As shadows are unveiled and a terrible truth from the past is revealed, will Dahlia still be able to stand next to her cursed Alpha, despite the trials ahead?

He loves me, yet he hurt me and resented me because of the sins I have never done. I believe, he loves me. Yet he gave up on me for someone else. I beg you , I'm begging you General Mark, FORGIVE ME!

Le jour qui aurait dû être celui de mon mariage — la mariée n'était pas moi. La cérémonie que j'avais attendue cinq ans est devenue une farce lorsque Valentina, ma sœur, a descendu l'allée de marbre vêtue d'une robe de mariée blanche. Son bras est passé sous celui de Luca — l'homme qui était censé m'attendre à l'autel. « Désolée, Bianca, » a-t-elle murmuré doucement. « Mais aujourd'hui, tu n'es plus la mariée. » Puis elle a touché son ventre, le regard brillant de triomphe. « Je porte l'enfant de Luca. » Ses mots ont explosé dans mon crâne, et le monde entier est devenu silencieux. Comme si elle craignait que je ne la croie pas, elle a levé vers la lumière un objet brillant. Une image échographique en noir et blanc. On y lisait clairement : Âge gestationnel — 12 semaines. Mes yeux se sont embués, la douleur des larmes a percé alors que je me suis tournée vers Luca, cherchant désespérément quelque chose — un déni, une explication, un regret. Mais il n'a fait que soupirer, las et résigné. « Bianca, je suis désolé, » a-t-il dit impuissant. « Valentina n'a plus beaucoup de temps. Ce mariage… c'était son dernier vœu. » « Je te compenserai, » a-t-il ajouté. « Nous pourrons faire un autre mariage plus tard. » Mon père, Moretti, s'est tenu derrière lui, arborant cette sévérité qu'il avait eue toute ma vie. Je ne l'ai jamais vu me sourire, pas même une fois. « Bianca, » a-t-il dit d'un ton tranchant, « Valentina est mourante. Laisse-lui ça. » Mon frère a hoché la tête sans prononcer un seul mot, comme si cela suffisait à être une réponse solide. Toute ma vie, ils l'avaient choisie, elle — ses larmes, ses caprices, ses besoins — plutôt que moi. Aujourd'hui, ça ne faisait pas exception. Quelque chose en moi s'est brisé silencieusement. Très bien. Si personne dans cette famille ne se soucie de moi, je partirai.

The operation had just gone dark when the chatter started in the comms. “Easy, Zane. Don’t burn through another mattress.” A low laugh came through the headset. Relaxed. Careless. “I’ve been deployed for six months. I needed the release. And don’t let my wife hear that.” More laughter. “Right. Take care of the little mistress first, then call home and play devoted husband?” My phone rang. His voice when I answered was warm. Intimate. Soft in a way it never was on the field. He said he missed me. Said he counted the days until he could come home. I watched the live drone feed while he said it. What he didn’t know was that three months ago, I had quietly transferred into the family’s Strategic Intelligence division. Every operation his crew ran, I was the one behind the monitors—tracking shipments, rerouting safehouses, intercepting rival signals, listening to every word spoken over secured lines. The first night he slept with her, I logged the timestamp. 00:43 hours. When the call ended, I dialed another number—encrypted, family internal. “I’ll accept your offer,” I said calmly. “After this job, I’m stepping away.” The voice on the other end was steady. Controlled. Powerful. “You’ll leave after the Palermo Capture,” he replied. “I’ll personally see to your relocation.” A pause. “Three days.”

I didn't kill my asshole ex-boyfriend. I knew I might've said I would countless times in the text I sent before we broke up, and I wasn't the calmest person. But I really didn't kill him. I, however, am the number one and only suspect of his murder since to everyone else he was a sAiNt. But hey, let's not talk ill of the dead. The point is, I was stuck at the station being questioned about something I didn't do. And I thought it was the worst thing that could've possibly happened to me. That is, until I set eyes on the detective of the case. I may just play along for a while. See where this thing goes....

Sia Milton is in desperate need of a bodyguard. Once she was no better than a slave, sold to an older man by her father to do as he pleased, but after she had her freedom, she had promised her son to always protect him. But when the threat returns, she has no choice but to turn to Julian Turner. Julian is a proud playboy with a disastrous reputation that might very well lead to the end of his career. Rightfully nicknamed Hades, he's a devil of a bodyguard and an even bigger devil in . But he now had one chance to redeem himself or say goodbye to his inheritance. Imagining an easy job, he accepts to help Sia, only to be smitten by her the very instant he lays eyes on her. But with danger lurking at every corner, will Julian and Sia be able to realize their love for each other before it is too late? Or will danger strike before they have a chance to be together?

No quinto ano do meu amor por Gabriel, ele herdou do irmão falecido o título de Senhor dos Vampiros — e também a viúva dele: Chloe, a antiga Rainha de Sangue. Por sangue e por lei, ela era minha parente por aliança dentro do clã. Sempre que voltava dos aposentos dela, Gabriel me abraçava com ternura e sussurrava: — Isabella, Chloe é apenas minha Consorte Escolhida. Assim que ela gerar e der à luz o Herdeiro do Clã Blazetooth, eu me unirei a você por meio de um Vínculo de Sangue. Ele dizia que aquela era a única condição exigida pela família para que pudesse ascender como Senhor dos Vampiros. Durante os seis meses depois que retornamos ao Clã Blazetooth, ele atendeu ao chamado dela cem vezes. No começo, uma vez por mês. Depois, uma vez por semana. E, por fim, todas as noites. Na centésima noite em que fiquei acordada esperando por ele, Chloe finalmente concebeu. A notícia chegou acompanhada de outro anúncio: Gabriel e Chloe em breve seriam unidos por Sangue. Meu filho olhou para mim, confuso e inocente. — Mãe… eles não disseram que o papai faria um Vínculo de Sangue com a Rainha de Sangue que ele ama? Por que ele ainda não veio nos levar para casa? — Porque — respondi baixinho, passando a mão em seus cabelos — a Rainha de Sangue que ele ama nunca foi a sua mãe aqui. — Mas tudo bem. — Acrescentei. — Eu vou te levar para casa. Para a nossa própria casa. O que Gabriel jamais percebeu foi isto: como única filha de um Rei Vampiro no reinado, eu nunca me importei nem um pouco com o título de Rainha de Sangue do Clã Blazetooth.

Savannah Tresscot is loud, sarcastic and not afraid to voice what she thinks about anyone. Not to mention that she can beat any sailor at a cussing competition. Plain on the outside but some serious secrets to hide, she’s totally not PA material. Yet, she gets miraculously hired by Synclair Group of Companies by a stroke of luck. Nathan Synclair is cold, collected and a hardcore businessman. Hot as on the outside but a complete mess in terms of organizing his life, he is the top industrialist in the country...in desperate need of a PA. His only option is the one who does not throw herself at him during the interview. And what better than a person he already knows, the creepy-nerd-turned-hot-graduate from his high school that he hadn't seen in years. So what happens when two completely opposite personalities meet and face their match? Will they be as aloof as they were back in school or will love give them a second chance? And can Savannah trust him with her deepest, darkest secrets, even though they might cost her everything she has worked so hard to achieve?

The man who encouraged her to be the first Female Alpha; the father of her child; her first mate and the man she had loved and lost. Abhay now stood in front of Mikalya in the flesh, but not as an ally; as yet another adversary. Just when she had thought she had found her happiness once again, Mikalya is brought face to face with her first mate, but everything isn’t as it seems. He is no longer the man she once knew. On top of everything, what happens between her and Rhys now? But the situation is about to get even more dire for Mikalya as conspiracies are brewing everywhere to get rid of her. She’s a woman in a man’s role, the first of her kind. Now, she must ensure that she doesn’t become the last.