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I trusted her. I trusted him. Big mistake. When I caught my husband and my best friend tangled in betrayal, my world shattered. And my daughter? She chose her as her new mom. Me? Just a housewife. Just the ‘overbearing mom’ who cared too much. Done. I walked away, leaving their apologies and tears in the dust. My husband dropped to his knees, begging, “Please, come back. We can fix this.”My daughter clung to me, crying, “Mom, don’t leave me.” I laughed: “Fix it? Don’t leave? Too late. You had your chance. I don’t need either of you anymore.”

Lisa Mathew worked as a receptionist in a 3-star hotel. She cherished this job very much as a widow with a six-year-old-son.One day, she met a dashing hot guest name Augustus Carlos. She didn't recognize that he was the new boss of their hotel.All her colleagues believed she had annoyed their new big boss and would be fired. But Augustus weirdly forgave her and promoted her as the vice manager?!!More astonishing, the man said he had a secret crush on her for over six months and proposed. But she had never met him before.She should refuse, but her mouth had already spoken "Yes"....

In a world where fairness should reign, injustice often holds sway. It's a place where the innocent suffer, where hard work doesn't always lead to success, and where privilege trumps merit. It's a world that can break hearts, crush dreams, and leave scars that never fully heal. Yet, amidst the darkness, there's still hope – hope for change, for empathy, and for a future where fairness isn't just a distant ideal, but a lived reality for all. But maybe that's not for me. After exchanging the rings I heaved a sigh of relief thinking that could be true, maybe there's truly hope somewhere. " You may now kiss the bride", the priest permitted. Every step he took towards me made me feel nervous, my heart pounding as fast as it could, and slowly he lifted my veil. I could bet I saw a smile for a second but it was immediately replaced with that of disgust on seeing me and he nearly puked. I thought this would be the beginning of dreams and not a nightmare but this would even be my worst nightmare. Wedding days are supposed to be the happiest days right? But that's not the case for me. Who said this world was ever fair? That was a big lie, if it is, to what extent?

"A contract marriage?" Sydney said aghast. "Yes, it's not the first contract marriage in history. Why are you so surprised?" Aiden asked. "I know, this kind of things do happen but, with divas......like one of the Kardashians, or Amy Irvin, or one of those reality TV stars, not someone normal like me!" He chuckled," thats why I chose you, I like normal." Sydney Rosbak, an art school student and a digital artist had dreams of making it big in the US. She had no idea that she would land in police trouble, and the only person who could save her was Aiden Reiner, Billionaire CEO of Reiner group of industries. Known for his ruthlessness he agreed to help her but at a cost. She would have to become his contract wife for a year. Trapped between the law and Aiden, Sydney had no choice but to agree. The trouble started when she starts falling for his charm.

Twenty-three-year-old Samantha Peters has been a good girl her entire life. She's never broken the rules, never did anything crazy, and never stood out in any way. When her best friend conveniences her to go to New York for the weekend, she has her first one nightstand. No big deal, right? No one back home will ever know and she'll never see him again.

"Hello Evie, it's been a long time..." His deep sexy voice still made her tremble but she tried her best to remain calm. His eyes stared at her beauty like he wanted to devour her. "Mr. Wayne. " She nodded. Tried so hard not to show her trembling hand and shook his big hand. "Mr. Wayne, huh? It's always been, baby to you..." He grinned. Showed the perfect teeth on his handsome face. God. Why she had to meet him of all presidents that owns a company?! Evangeline got an e-mail for job interview as a secretary in a big company in the country. The interview went smoothly and she was accepted. Of course the beautiful young woman was delighted. But the HRD told her, the president was really ill and his son, the one and only heir would take his place. And that heir was Alexander Wayne. That was also her ex. Her psycho ex that was obsessed with her. Her heart. Her mind. Her body. Will she escape his unbearable love? Or accept his true nature and obsession for her? Warning! This book is full with violent and disturbing scenes! Please consider it first before reading!

Love For The Wicked Book Four. Hot. Gorgeous. Feisty. Those were my first thoughts when I saw Benny Martinelli. Mine. The word flashed in my brain like a neon sign. That body, those piercing green eyes - even clouded with tears - drove me wild. Her mere presence sent my mind on a tailspin of indecent musing. If we were under normal circumstances, I would’ve owned her right then and there. But we were not. She was the Big boss’s long-lost daughter and Bossman’s kid sister. She was off limits, a demilitarized zone. Problem is, Bossman assigned me to protect her from her psycho ex-fiance. And the even bigger problem is, the more time I spend with her, the drive to make her mine grows deeper, overshadowing the mission given to me. I knew not to give in to my desire to touch her; I was smarter than that. Or I thought I was.

Anathea Jacobson has had a crush on Gregory Sinclair for ten years. She thinks marrying him is a dream come true. Even if he's just a block of ice now, she'll surely be able to melt him over time. However, all she ever gets is his ice-cold treatment. He's gentle and tender to his true love, but he scorns and neglects her. He also mistreats and humiliates her… Anathea endures it all because they have a son. For his sake, she's willing to cling to her title of Mrs. Sinclair and cage herself in this loveless marriage for the rest of her life. This changes when she's abducted. Gregory spends the night with his true love, and even her beloved son abandons her—he wants to have Gregory's true love as his mother! That's when Anathea sees sense. Her husband will never love her, and her son will never appreciate her. If that's the case, she doesn't want them anymore. She wants to live for herself! … After the divorce, Anathea picks up floral art again. She sets up a company, makes big money, and wins various awards. She wants to give herself all the love she deserves so that she'll go back to being the lively, vivacious woman she once was. Gregory panics when he sees the men surrounding her and vying for her affections. He falls to his knees before her, his eyes rimmed with red as he pleads, "I love you, Nat. Please don't leave me." Anathea sneers. "Your love is too little, too late, Mr. Sinclair." Her son clings to her legs and wails. "Don't abandon me, Mom!" She pushes him away impassively. "Don't call me that. I'm not your mother."

"Your kind belongs to a cell, shackled against a wall with no freedom!" He yelled at me before ordering his guards to shut me up in the darkest part of the cell, hijacking the little freedom and illumination I had. ******************** How overjoyed I was when I thought I had found my mate, the one gifted to me by the moon goddess, the one to end my pain and suffering, the Blood Alpha, Alpha Kade. But I had no clue that he had other plans for me, to use me! to break me! to make me bend to his will! Why would he want me as his Luna? An insignificant clumsy omega? He was...The Big Bad Alpha

NINA “My wife will ride you for her org-sm and for your come to fill her, so she can do her duty as Mrs. Sokolov.” Jeremiah’s fingers flexed around my throat. “Go on, little wh-re. Climb over him. I know you want to.”   I crawled over Lachlan, curling my fingers around his thick c-ck, and wondered — how big was Jeremiah? How long? How thick? Lachlan hissed, “Kitten, stop playing or I’ll come all over your hand.”   Jeremiah growled, “We can’t have that. All his come belongs in your c-nt, wife. So get on with it.” His lips brushed my ear. “Don’t stretch this out. I have something else that needs stretching.” Shuddering, I got to my knees. As I aligned Lachlan’s c-ck with my entrance, another hand wrapped around mine — larger, slick with oil. Jeremiah.   A moan escaped as my husband guided his lover’s c-ck to my core. I sank down slowly, the stretch burning until I took every inch. “F-ck,” Lachlan groaned. “You’re perfect around me.” “You too,” I moaned, pressed against his chest, lips tangled in a kiss.   Then, without warning, Jeremiah pushed in two fingers — into my other h-le.   I gasped as he stretched my untouched muscles. He didn’t stop. Not until I was full. Everywhere.   Lachlan groaned. “I can feel you.”   “I know,” Jeremiah said, his fingers thrusting deep. “Move.” Lachlan obeyed, lifting me until just his tip stretched me, then pushed me back down. I whimpered. My hips jerked. Lachlan cursed.   “You like that, wife?” Jeremiah’s voice rasped in my ear. “Being used by both of us?”   _ This is a twisted, dark MMF mafia romance where love is savage, hate burns deep, and survival comes at a deadly cost. Read-TW!!!! MF-MM-MFM-Dark-Twisted-Betrayal-Amnesia-Revenge-NonCon-Mafia-Humiliation-Dominated-Controlling-Ruthless-Mystery-Thriller-READ-Trigger-Warnings