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"I will let your father go, on one condition!" shouted the man named Mark, without looking at the girl who was prostrating at his feet. "I will do anything as long as you let my father go!" "Become my maid, and do whatever I ask! Whatever it is!" said Mark emphatically. A sweet girl named Melody, inevitably becomes a maid for a cruel mafia named Mark. The man took Melody wherever he went so he could calm himself in Melody's arms whenever anger came over him. Mark, with his rude and angry attitude, always hurts Melody. Will Melody survive and continue to be by Mark's side?

" 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥, 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕟𝕦𝕞𝕓 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟 " ────༺♡༻──── 𝗥𝗼𝗼𝗵𝗶 𝗝𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹 A well known Choreographer and sole girl of Jindal Family who broke the chase of government job. She follow her passion and built herself from Scratch. But— Possession ask Sacrifice. She sacrifice her sanity for her dream. ༺♡༻ 𝗗𝗵𝗿𝘂𝘃 𝗥𝗮𝗷 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗮 Single father and CEO of Singhania Industry. but above that— Yuvraj of Jaisalmer. A royalty since birth. Born with a silver spoon yet– Had his worst betrayal of life and never move on. ────༺♡༻──── He fell first and Harder. Cold CEO × Numb Girl Possesive Female protagonist Dominant Male Protagonist ────༺♡༻──── " He healed something which he never broke " " She stood when she didn't have to "

White Lake High School, a supernatural institution with supposedly mundane students yet to manifest their supernatural potential. One of them being me, Kelly Isabella McHale, hated by all but only hate one. The infamous, Instagram sensation 'Dimples'. Why do I hate him, you ask? Well, my first response will be the fact that ever since he came into existence, bad things have been happening to me, like barred from a good college bad. But the real reason begins with my initiation into the supernatural world through the death of Henry. 'Looks at the sky' The full moon draws near...or should I saw the blue moon. 'Eyes glow....'

Getting falsely arrested feels like a scene from a bad movie for rising star Gloriana Templeton, especially when she discovers the conditions of her release: round-the-clock surveillance by world-class lawyer Griffin Blackwood-Carter. Ignoring her attraction to the sinfully sexy man who crushed her youthful heart is getting harder by the minute! Gloriana belongs to Griffin now, and when he says jump, she’d better ask how high! With a reputation founded on control, he’s determined not to lose his head over this little minx again. But he blazes white-hot every time he looks at her, and it’s burning away his couldn’t-care-less façade!

This is my 18th time coming to City Hall, yet Tessa's still nowhere to be seen. Right as I'm about to call and ask her how much longer she'll be, her childhood friend's post popped up on my screen. "Celebrating 1000 days of marriage with my wife. May we always be this happy." The photo highlights a marriage certificate, and Tessa Cross' name is right there under "wife". As for the license date, it shows February 14th, three years ago. So this is why she hasn't shown up the last eighteen times. It turns out that she's already somebody else's wife.

Isabelle Caballero's heart yearns for a wedding plucked from the pages of a fairytale, but life pens a different tale. Desperate to save her mother, she trades her dream for a pact with Melinda, marrying a man she does not love. Little does she know that her husband, Leon Montenegro, harbors a secret wealth. As Isabelle steps into a marriage woven with secrets, she must ask herself if the man behind the mask, the prince, can be what she’s always dreamed of or if the price of her mother's life is a loveless future. Can love flourish in the soil of deception, or will Isabelle's story diverge from the promised 'happily ever after'?

Kane Porter was as boring as his name implied. Of all the financial coordinators under me, he was the one least likely to be interesting on an intoxicated evening. Kane was quiet, well-mannered and nobody was friends with him. I was his boss and I got along well with everyone until I came across a problem. The account I’d been skimming from had a good hunk of change missing now. Not good. How could I have it investigated without flagging myself for the ten thousand dollars I’d ‘borrowed’? There was only one thing I could do. Porter was a nice guy. He’d help me out. No one could be safer to ask…

I'm in the middle of my pediatric shift when an emergency call comes in. A three-year-old boy arrives, hemorrhaging and unconscious from a car crash, but there is no matching blood type in the bank. Then, it hits me that my husband, Ethan Stone, has the same blood type, so I ask him to donate blood right away. When he arrives and stands frozen to the spot, I can no longer hold back my rage. "What are you waiting for? Saving his life is the priority here!" That's when the boy's mother sprints over and screams, "No! Close family can't donate! He's the boy's father!"

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After three years of courtship, Noah Howell finally agrees to marry me. However, on the day of our marriage, he abandons me on the altar in pursuit of his dream girl, Isabella Dawson. Furthermore, due to Isabella's baseless accusation, I end up in the sanitarium. While I suffer unimaginable torture in the sanitarium, Noah and Isabella are enjoying themselves out there, living the time of their life. By the time he remembers to bring me home, I'm already a broken soul. Later on, Noah begs me on his knees, his face full of tears. "Sadie, look! It's me, Noah!" With a sneer, I ask, "Who's Sadie?"