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In my last life, my in-laws "died," and my so-called DINK husband, Eric, begged me to raise his sweet little "brother," Luca. Seven years flew by. That scrawny kid turned into a total cutie and blew up online—pulling in tens of thousands a month. Then one night, boom—Eric's parents came back from the dead. And with them? Tammy. Eric's first love. She clung to Eric with one hand, Luca with the other, all smug as hell. "I've been traveling for seven years. I'm tired. And wow, what a perfect son—thanks for raising him." Eric's parents didn't even pretend to care. "You couldn't give Eric a kid, but at least you were useful this once." "Sign the divorce papers. Make room for Tammy." I walked out of that law firm wrecked—and right into the path of a speeding car. Tammy was behind the wheel, smiling like she won. Next thing I knew, I woke up on the same day Eric's parents had "died."

She came back to New York to sign a few papers and disappear again. Instead, Elara Monroe walked straight into the war her mother started twenty-four years ago. Cassian Vale has been watching her for months, the last living heir to the woman who burned his family’s empire to ash. Revenge was supposed to be simple until he touched her and realized the fire in her blood felt like home. Now she’s caught between two brothers who should hate her: Cassian, the ruthless billionaire who wants her heart even more than he once wanted her ruin, and Adrian, the ex who left her once and will spend the rest of his life trying to earn her back. But the real danger isn’t the men who love her. It’s the uncle who once decided her mother belonged to him and who has waited decades to claim the daughter Victoria died protecting. Some legacies are written in money and power. This one is written in blood, secrets, and the kind of love that survives everything even the truth.

“Sign it, your work is done here,” Diego flung a divorce paper at his wife’s face, Camilla eyes filled with tears. “What…” lost of words, she couldn’t believe 4years of marriage is going to waste just like that. “Just sign the damn papers!” He yelled and out of fear, Camille took the paper and sign on them. Diego took the paper with a scoff and was walking out when he stopped and looked at her, “That thing you called pregnancy that’s in you, get rid of it and leave my house,” With that he walked out. Camille packed her bags ready to leave when three luxurious cars stopped at her front, “What’s happening?” Two huge men came out of one, “We are asked to come get you by your father Leonard Guevara,” Wait, Camille blinked at the name they just called. Guevara? The multi-billionaire?! Why is he suddenly my father???

“Sign the papers. Now!” Collins barked. Scarlett didn’t flinch. She flipped to the last page, scribbled her name without reading a single word, and flung the divorce papers at him. “I’m done with you, Collins. And all of you,” she said, her voice cold as she pointed at every person in the room. She turned to leave, but paused at the door. Her gaze swept over the people who betrayed her: her husband, her sister, her own family. “I’ll be back,” she said. “I don’t care how long it takes. Months. Years. But I’ll make sure every one of you regrets what you did to me.” Then she walked out, and this time, no one stopped her. •••••••••••• Scarlett’s first mistake was marrying the man she loved, even though he made it clear he hated her. Her second mistake was believing he could ever love her back. When Collins Radford handed her divorce papers and declared he only ever wanted her twin, Scarlett left with nothing but silence and a promise to make them all pay. Then one night, a stranger with Collins’ last name knocked a drugged drink from her hand and carried her into a new life. She vanished. For years, no one heard from her. Now she’s back, with a secret, a child, a billion-dollar empire, and a plan. The Radfords thought they buried her. They didn’t know they were planting a storm. And now, she’s back to burn down everything they built. Dear ex-husband, You chose war.

My back hit the cold wall of the Alpha’s packhouse, my breath hitched in my throat as the triplets closed in—Asher, Alaric, and Argent. Asher leaned in first, his mouth brushing against my ear. “Sign the contract, Alisha,” he growled. “You’re ours. Your body, soul, and every filthy little sound you make.” I swallowed hard as Alaric’s fingers traced a circle around my swollen areola in an infuriating slow-mo. “See, your body is already responding, stop pretending you don’t want to be ruined by us.” Argent stepped in last, his hand skimming under the hem of my dress. “You’re trembling, sweetheart. Not from fear… but from need. Say the word, and we’ll own every inch of you.” “And if I say no?” my voice was shaky as I bit down the moan crawling up my throat. The three of them exchanged glances and then turned to me. And like a rehearsed lyric, they all unisoned. “Then we make you beg on your knees. And we won’t stop until you forget your own name… just ours.” Asher grabbed my chin, tilting it up. “Last chance, sweetheart. Safe word or surrender.” My lips parted. “I surrender.” That was all they needed. Alaric was behind me instantly, lips on my neck, one hand wrapping around my waist, the other dragging the strap of my dress down torturously slow. “Good girl,” he murmured, his teeth grazing my skin. “You’re ours now.” •••••••• This is not just a love story. It’s survival. And it starts with rejection…

What's the first thing you'd do if you were reborn? Me? I'd start by divorcing my husband, Finn Gallagher. Yeah, Finn Gallagher, the same man who runs half the underworld from behind closed doors. The Don. The richest man alive. The man women dream about; his face plastered on magazines, named "Sexiest Man Alive" five years in a row. In my last life, I tried everything to make him look at me like I mattered. I married him. I gave birth to his son. I swallowed every ounce of pride, trying to be the perfect wife. However, it didn't work. To him, I was no different than a waitress he might casually tip—forgettable, replaceable, invisible. So this time, I'm not begging. I'm not pretending. I'm handing Madeline Brooks the key to my place in his life, and walking away. She's Finn's first love, and also the shadow that haunted every day of my last life. Now Madeline was sitting opposite to me, blinked at me like she didn't hear me right. "You tried so hard to push me out," she said slowly, eyes narrowed. "Now you want me to be with Finn?" "Yes. That's all I'm asking. Just talk to Finn. Tell him to sign the divorce papers." I looked at her confused face and kept going. "Everyone knows I'm the last person who'd ever let Finn go. So if I say I want a divorce, he won't believe me for a second. But you? You're the one who can make that happen... aren't you?" She laughed, because she was finally getting her chance. I laughed too, because I was finally free.

My husband, Harry Forger, who couldn’t have kids, got a college girl pregnant. He was thrilled and planned to keep it a secret until the baby was born, but I caught him red-handed at the hospital. I completely lost it and demanded to know how he could betray me after all I had done to land 10-billion-dollar deals for him. He just handed me divorce papers and said coldly, “You can’t give me a child, but Claire is already pregnant and needs someone to take care of her. I’m going to marry her and give her a real family. “Sign the papers. If we end things peacefully, you can still have a spot in the company.” I refused, and that’s when his revenge started. He had me thrown in prison and froze all my assets. In the end, he even tied my parents, who both had heart problems, to a drop tower ride. “Sign the divorce papers, and I’ll let them go. If you don’t sign, then watch them die up there.”

Two people with different agendas are forced into an arranged marriage. For Veronica Nicholas, it is to save her family's business that has been saddled with debt and on the verge of slipping into bankruptcy and for Lawrence Williams, it is to hold onto his inheritance as the only son and heir of a conglomerate family. Veronica could never leave her darling boyfriend for the infamous national playboy nor does Lawrence wish to leave her long time crush who finally accepted his feelings after many months of rejection for a stranger he barely knows. Together the two must sign a secret contract that lets them live their desired lives while being in their arranged marriage. But how long does the life they thought was best for them last? Stuck together, Veronica and Lawrence must find a way to work together to get past the struggles of their everyday lives from their never ending enemies. Hatred at first but being in the same place where they see all the good and bad sides of each other, how long would they go on before the wave of love hit them? Or would they find a reason to go their separate ways once their different agendas have been fulfilled?

Kyla Anders is overwhelmed by the news of her pregnancy, rushing back home to inform her husband. Only to find him in bed with her closest friend. Angrily she demands justice but pictures of her naked with another man in bed are thrown to her face and she's forced to sign divorce papers. To top it all, her husband denies any blood relation with the baby inside her womb, humiliating and mishandling her, causing an irrevocable accident. Thrown out with no way out, Kyla hopes to start anew only to fall into the hands of an even tougher predicament as she gets impregnated medically accidentally. Will she be able to handle her second chance at love? Liam Storm had never wanted anything in life the way he wanted an heir to fulfill his duty towards his family. He had been involved in an accident, nearly rendering him impotent but preserving the last count of his sperms. He receives shocking news of another woman being pregnant through IVF with his baby instead of his fiancé. How will he handle the two women in his life while falling so deeply for one but having a commitment to the other?

Her marriage wasn't perfect. Infact, it wasn't anywhere close to being perfect. But she always had hope and tried to make things work. She had expected it to last forever, no matter how bad it was. But her hope came shattering down when he dropped the divorce papers on the table right in front of her. "Sign them." He had said coldly. That was five years ago. Now Alexandra was back, as the CEO of the fast rising clothing and apparels company, Velvet Vixen. This time, she came for revenge on the man who had broken her heart into several unmendable pieces. But she wasn't alone anymore. "Mommy, we saw a man who Jace looks like." She was back with two tiny accomplices in tow. Liam wanted to be the father of his kids and change back to the old times. Would he be able to accomplish his mission of making Alexandra fall in love with him again? Would Alexandra give in to this man who had once broken her heart and all the promises he made to her before? Would Jace and Jade accept their unknown father back?