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“I don't make mistakes," he told her. "And I certainly don't pay for them twice." Five years ago, Elena Hart made the ultimate mistake. She fell for her cold, untouchable boss, billionaire heir Adrian Voss. When a reckless night left her pregnant, she expected the truth to mean something. Instead, he accused her of extortion, used his wealth to erase the problem, and left her with nothing. Elena vanished to protect her unborn child. Adrian kept his pristine reputation and his empire, confident he had buried a nuisance forever. He was wrong. Five years later, Adrian is desperate. His company is crumbling, and his only salvation lies in the hands of a mysterious new majority shareholder. He walks into the boardroom ready to negotiate for his legacy. But the woman waiting at the head of the table isn't a stranger. She is the woman he threw away. She is wealthy, ruthless, and holding his entire world in the palm of her hand. Adrian thought he could buy her silence. Now, she is going to make him pay. But with a five-year-old secret caught in the crossfire, will Elena crush the man who broke her, or will the truth change the rules of the game?

I am reborn with memories of my past life. And I carry a secret with me: my fiance, Ethan Larsen, had forged our marriage certificate. The one he had actually married was Serena Gray. But I do not expose his lie. Instead, I quietly submit my application to Greenvale University and eventually become a permanent resident in Verenza. In my past life, I spent a lifetime believing in a lie. I thought I was his wife, until I learned the truth on the day he died. He married Serena out of love but kept me only due to his sense of duty. On the funeral day, Serena arrived dressed in white, holding the actual marriage certificate in her hand. She effortlessly took over all his inheritance, while I was thrown out of the house, penniless, with nothing left but a trampled heart. In this life, I will no longer beg for love nor stay put out of pity. I'll leave quietly and live freely. They can keep acting out their so-called "perfect" love story. Because now, I can see it crystal clear—some women are born to be loved, while others are reborn so they don't have to wait to be loved.

"Zach what are you doing..." I moaned looking at the sexy hunk unable to resist him, "What do you think Laura?.." he replied, his voice husky as he looked at me with lustful eyes "We are...siblings..." I said and he grunted holding my slim waist and drawing me closer "We shouldn't be doing this..." I moaned again at his touch and he connected our lips savoring my mouth and smirking "Yes...we shouldn't.." he said unddressing me, his firm hand caressing my chest and breast before guiding one to his mouth "But I don't think you want me to stop do you?..." he asked pulling me down onto the bed "But I have a boyfriend..." I said and he chuckled "More fun" he said and bend down to my exposed pussy licking my cunt "You taste so good..." he moaned and I gave in to the sexy devil incarnate of a brother that kept tormenting me. [This is a story between a powerful beautiful and sexy young lady and her hot, mysterious and evil brother's irresistible desire and want, Enjoy]

“I want you again, Aurora… naked, begging, and this time as my mate.” In Last Christmas, after a painful betrayal, Aurora Wright made a mistake she never forgot. She spent one night with a stranger whose touch left her breathless, and that night ended in a pregnancy she faced alone. Two months after giving birth, Aurora is hired as the lead photographer for Averne’s Christmas festival. When she arrives in the winter city beyond Paris, she discovers that the man from that night is Leon Valmont, the cold and dangerously handsome CEO of the entire project. Leon is not just a CEO. He is the Alpha prince of Averne, a hidden werewolf kingdom. And the moment he sees Aurora holding a child with familiar eyes, he knows the truth. “You disappeared after that night,” Leon growls, stepping close enough to claim her breath. “But you are not leaving again. Not you… and not my child.”Caught between a possessive Alpha prince, a truth she tried to hide, and a bond that never faded, Aurora must face the man she never meant to see again. This Christmas, her baby daddy does not just want answers. He wants his mate. And he wants his family back.

My mother claims my husband has cheated on me and pushes me to get a divorce. I want to collect evidence before proceeding with anything—if it's true, I have to uphold my rights. Yet she causes a scene at an art exhibition I've worked on for three years, humiliating me in public and making me sound like a gold digger. "How are you any different from a prostitute when you're holding this dumb exhibition with a man's money? I didn't raise you to be a gold digger! How can you be so revolting?" She slashes the million-dollar paintings in the exhibition, claiming that she's doing this for my good. She wants me to see the error of my ways and return to the right path. Meanwhile, I clutch my bloody hand, which she slashed with her blade. I say, "You say you want me to return to the right path, but is that what it really is? You want me to divorce my legally wedded husband, who's a CEO, without a penny to my name. "Then, you want me to marry a 45-year-old cheap man who has a child and no money? He even wants me to support him!"

After the 100th failed fertility treatment, my husband, who had been previously diagnosed with a low sperm count, spoke coldly. “Lucy is very fertile. She gets pregnant after our first time, unlike you. You just can’t conceive.” Lucy was my adoptive sister. While holding her hand, he laid out three options for me. I could either ignore their affair and retain my title as the CEO’s wife, take the ten million dollars and disappear, or walk away with nothing at all. The whole town knew how proud I was. They also knew how deeply I loved him. They surely expected me to be mad with jealousy and choose honor over compromise. But I neither cried nor made a scene. I calmly slid the check back across the table. “The child will call me Mom. I’ll stay and be Mrs. Carter.” After all, this was my third time to live such a life. The first time, I chose to leave with nothing but my dignity. The second time, I took the money, but had to live in shame. Both decisions ended in tragedy. For the third time, perhaps three of us could just... make it work.

I used to believe silence meant peace. That if I endured long enough, stayed patient long enough, things would eventually fall into place. But the morning everything changed, I realized how wrong I had been. A room I had once asked for was suddenly cleared. Not for me. For someone else. For her. My husband didn’t hesitate when he said it. No explanation. No consideration. Just a decision that reminded me exactly where I stood in his life. I tried to ignore it. Told myself it wasn’t worth questioning. Until my birthday came. And went. No acknowledgment. No effort. Nothing. Just the quiet understanding that I no longer mattered. Then the truth found me. One moment was all it took to see everything clearly—the lies, the betrayal, the role I had been playing in a life that was never truly mine. So I signed the papers. I walked away from the marriage, from the name, from everything I had spent years holding together. I thought leaving would be the hardest part. I was wrong. Because walking away was only the beginning. And some endings don’t set you free— they pull you into something far more complicated.

To prepare for a baby, my wife, Daphne Sinclair, suggested we start working out together and keep each other accountable by tracking our daily step counts. While I was away on a two-week business trip, she ranked first on our Fitbit leaderboard every single night. Then one day, my neighbor suddenly sent me a video. The location tag showed it was filmed right in the parking lot beneath my apartment. "Bro, impressive. Your wife's even hired a personal trainer for her workouts now? That Maybach suspension really hits different." In the video, a pink sports bra I had never seen before hung from the driver’s side window. The car rocked rhythmically, accompanied by Daphne's restrained yet excited breathing. I dialed her number. "Where are you?" Her voice turned soft and coy. "On the treadmill, sprinting. Honey, I'm working so hard for our baby." "Really?" I chuckled. "You've worked so hard the entire neighborhood knows about it." Holding the phone, I said slowly, word by word, "Open the door. I'm bringing you a towel."

She never meant to steal her sister’s life. She never meant to steal her sister’s groom. On the night before the wedding, tragedy struck. Her glamorous twin sister was left in a coma, and with her last whispered plea, she begged: “Don’t let him know. Be me… until I wake up.” Now, she stands at the altar wearing her sister’s gown, holding the hand of Adrian Cruz — the powerful young CEO every woman dreams of marrying. But Adrian doesn’t know the truth. He doesn’t know his bride has a twin. He doesn’t know the woman in his arms is someone else entirely. And yet… the more he touches her, the more obsessed he becomes. Because this “new wife” isn’t the cold, ambitious woman he courted. She’s different. Softer. Addictive. Irresistible. She swore she would protect her sister’s secret. But every night she spends in his arms pushes her deeper into forbidden desire. And when her sister wakes up… She’ll have to choose: Give him up. Or let the lie destroy them all.

Diego strolled into his apartment, his heels clinking softly against the marble floor. He tossed his blonde wig on the couch, and his soft fingers propelled forward to count the dollar bills in his hands. “You're out crossdressing again?” His uncle, Roberto, a tall imposing figure with gray streaks on his hair walked into the room. “I might just have the perfect job for you,” Roberto chuckled softly and tossed a gun at Diego. “What?!” Diego's breath hitched in his throat as he swallowed the weight of the mission his uncle proposed. Cross dressing was one thing that Diego did with ease. There was no way he could do what his uncle requested; assassinating the infamous mafia lord of the Rocco empire. He stood in front of a mirror, holding the gun that Roberto had handed to him. There was no way that this soft and delicate hand could pull a trigger. Diego didn't expect that the mafia lord he was set up against was going to be a man who'll make his heart flutter. He tried to resist, bracing himself to complete his mission. But things only got heated when he found himself “entangled in the rival's hold.”