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Seven years ago, I disappeared without a word. Today, the man I ruined owns the contract that decides whether I breathe freely or not. Adrian Blackwood is untouchable. A man whose signature ends careers, whose silence erases people. His empire was built too fast, too violently, for anyone to question how. When I come to him desperate for money, he doesn’t ask for explanations. He offers a contract. One year. One signature. Public role: Lover. Private role: Property. The rules are simple and unforgiving. How will I survive being the kitten of Adrian into his dark passionate world? ⌘⌘⌘ A dark MM romance where love is mistaken for ownership and redemption comes only after damage is done. ⌘⌘⌘ Trigger warnings: captivity, psychological punishment, coercive control, power imbalance, emotional manipulation, isolation, trauma, possessive male lead, steamy and forced proximity.

Shortly after we said "I do," the Family sent my husband, Dario, down to the Mexican border. He told me it was a meat grinder down there—cartel territory. where guys were zipped into body bags every day. He said he had to go—to expand the territory, for the glory of the Family. He claimed it was too dangerous and that his enemies would paint a target on my back, so he wouldn't take me with him. I believed him. I stayed behind in his old, rot-infested house in New Jersey, taking care of his bitter, spiteful parents. I spent my days and nights in the Family's moldy laundromat, washing bills stained with blood. He told me he sent every dime he made down there to the widow of a brother who took a bullet for him. He asked me to be understanding. I never complained. Day after day, I pressed expensive suits in that humid laundromat, waiting for him to come home. It wasn't until the eighth year that a mobster came back drunk. When I asked about Dario, he froze, then sneered at me through a haze of alcohol. "Dario? Are you kidding? He’s been a King in Manhattan for years. He’s the youngest Underboss of the Corleone family." I stood frozen, the iron in my hand burning a hole right through a shirt. "And he got married seven years ago. Biggest cathedral in New Jersey. Half the mob was there to toast the groom..." He pulled a crumpled photo from his leather jacket. Snuggled up against my husband was a woman in a high-end couture gown—the very same "poor, widowed sister-in-law" he had told me about. The next day, I contacted a fixer who specialized in fake IDs. On the application for a one-way ticket to Europe—a ticket to vanish off the face of the earth—I filled in the fake name I had prepared long ago. He trapped me for seven years with a sham marriage. From now on, I’d be done with this damn loyalty.

Mr. Emeric saves Noelle from an embarrassing failed engagement where her boyfriend of over seven years gets on his knees for another woman, her best friend Mr Emeric who was serving as a waiter saves her embarrassment by proposing to her with an expensive ring, she is shocked but she accepts his ring right in front of Clayton, her boyfriend. Noelle finds out that Emeric was not just a waiter or a con man, he had been hiding his identity and she found herself falling for this mysterious man, falling recklessly into his world. Emeric falls harder even though he had sworn loyalty to his betrothed. What happens when Noelle finds out she has been played by another man, a man she loved. What happens when Emeric realizes his love for Noelle and risks losing it all including Noelle?

Do you believe in mermaids and other mythological creatures? What if I tell you they really exist? There are seven seas in the world. One of them is the Primal Sea― the widest one among them and it is said to be guarded by half human and half fishes also known as the merpeople. One of them is Merliyah, she’s thirsty to know what’s the view above the surface of the water. When she received the wishing seashell on her 18th birthday, she already knew what would be her first wish. To have a pair of feet instead of a tail. As her journey continues, she met Margarette Sandoval― a woman full of dreams and determination. She will guide Merliyah on the right path. They said that “Be careful what you wish for,” but can you always be careful even though you know someone else is in danger? Can Merliyah give justice to her wishes? Or she will feel regret about it?

The daughter of my father's first love suffered from heatstroke because she was left in the car, so he tied me up in a fit of anger and locked me in the car boot. He looked at me with utter disgust and said, "I don't have a vicious daughter like you. Stay here and reflect on yourself." I begged him, apologized to him, and pleaded for him to let me out, but all I got in return was his ruthless order. "Unless she dies, no one is allowed to let her out." The car was parked in the garage. No one could hear me no matter how much I screamed for help. Seven days later, he finally remembered me and decided to let me out. However, he had no idea that I had already died in that trunk and could never wake up again.

My name is Tasha Sloane. All I ever wanted was a simple life . To love my husband, raise our child, and build a family filled with warmth. Instead, my dreams became a cruel joke, my heart crushed over and over until there was nothing left of me but pain. Then someone killed me. But death wasn’t the end. By some twist of fate, I was reborn. Taken seven years back to the moment my life changed and this time, I’m not the same woman who wanted another's happiness. This time, I am all that matters. Armed with the memories of my past and a single clue to guide me, I’ll drag my killers through hell to uncover the truth. Yet the deeper I dig, the clearer it becomes — nothing about my death was simple. And the truth might end up killing me the second time.

For seven years, Zara Quinn sacrificed her dreams, her career, and her independence for her husband, Ethan Campbell. But on her 29th birthday, her world crumbles. Betrayed by her best friend, humiliated on live television, and abandoned by the man she once loved, Zara is left with nothing but her two children and a shattered heart. But Zara isn’t as powerless as everyone believes. Revealing her identity as the estranged heiress to the Quinn empire, she reclaims her life and begins a stunning transformation. As she rises to prominence as a world-class ballerina, she captures the hearts of four men: her repentant ex-husband, her devoted childhood friend, her ex-husband’s powerful and mysterious uncle, and her exacting yet irresistible ballet director. In a world where love and ambition collide, Zara must make a choice. Will she forgive the past, embrace a new future, or take the bold step of choosing herself?

The last time I argued with my husband, he slammed the door on me and left. I was so upset that I died from a heart attack. Meanwhile, he took his lover and her son traveling to take his mind off things. The entire time, our daughter, who was just a child, was abandoned at home for seven days with my corpse. At last, when Eliott remembered me and my daughter, he returned home to see my corpse. Having fallen sick, my daughter was all skin and bones. When Eliott realized his mistake, he hugged our daughter tightly and broke down crying in front of my grave. My daughter pulled away from him and hid behind my gravestone. She hissed sharply at him, “Who do you think you are? Don't disturb Mommy’s rest!”

Liora Nyssa Cortez gave everything... her time, her heart, her trust for the people she loved, but one lie destroyed it all. Branded a bully for something she didn't do, she was left humiliated, betrayed, and abandoned by the very friends she once called family. The most painful part was Thorne Lucien Silva, the boy she loved deeply, didn't speak. He didn't ask for the truth. He didn't stay. He walked away like she never mattered. Seven years later, Liora is no longer the fragile girl they broke. She is stronger, fiercer, and successful on her own terms. Just when she thought she had finally moved on, fate pulls them back into each other's lives. Thorne is now a famous idol. Liora is the girl he once ruined. And the past still lingers, waiting to be faced.

Her fiancé murdered her family and sold her virgin cunt to the highest bidder in the North. Ten million gold, and she’s on her knees, dripping, collared, and gifted to the Devil Alpha himself. Vuk Kael Lasković is seven feet of cruel muscle and demonic cock. He rips her open on the throne-room floor, knot swelling, fangs in her throat, and growls through the ruin: “Fuck!! Look at you taking me raw—what have you done to me, little moon?” He paid to hunt her. He’ll spend the rest of eternity breeding her sloppy, marking every inch of skin, turning the last Lunar princess into his personal, whimpering, cum-soaked queen. She was sold to be used and discarded. She’ll be the filthy little slut who owns the Devil’s soul, one ruined orgasm at a time.