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Eli Ashcroft is an Omega whose scent is so faint it is almost nonexistent. His first mate, Elric, betrays him by cheating with Eli’s own Omega best friend, Liam. The double betrayal destroys their bond, shatters Eli’s trust, and leaves him emotionally numb just as his father becomes gravely ill and medical bills begin to suffocate him. With no other choice left, Eli accepts an absurd solution: a contract marriage. His husband is Lucen Blackthorne, the most powerful and feared Alpha in the region. To the pack, the reason for Lucen’s choice is cruelly obvious. Eli bears an uncanny resemblance to his late older brother, Elion, the Omega rumored to be Lucen’s lost mate. The contract is mercilessly clear—three years as a substitute to stabilize Lucen’s unstable wolf, generous payment, then a clean separation with nothing owed. For three years, Eli survives by erasing himself. He suppresses his scent, mimics his brother’s habits, believing imitation is the only reason he is tolerated. When Lucen’s wolf writhes under grief, Eli comforts it quietly, never expecting affection meant for him. Lucen shields him during full moons and touches him with restrained care, yet his golden eyes always seem to look past Eli, searching for someone else. That silent distance hurts more than betrayal ever did. When the contract ends, Eli returns it calmly and prepares to leave, telling Lucen he is finally free. He expects indifference. Instead, Lucen’s control snaps. Alpha pheromones crash down as Lucen tears the contract apart and pulls Eli into his arms, his wolf roaring through his voice as his fangs brush Eli’s nape. “Leave?” Lucen growls softly. “My little wolf… your scent has soaked into my den for three years. And now you want to run? Too late.”

On campus, he was the most well-behaved student in the entire department. Oversized hoodies, black-rimmed glasses, quiet enough to fade into the background. Even when facing the notoriously strict Professor Elliott, he would only lower his head, clutch his books, and murmur a timid, “Professor.” At night, he became the most intoxicating dancer in the club. He wrapped himself around the pole, bent low, rolled his hips—each movement driving the men below into a frenzy. Bills were stuffed into the strap around his thigh as they shouted his name. To cover his obscene tuition fees, he took a private party offering an equally obscene payout. Inside the VIP room, he straddled the pole, bathed in dim, hazy light, fingers reaching for the final restraint he was meant to undo. Suddenly, the man lounging on the sofa stubbed out his cigar and stood. The light swept across his face— It was Elliott. The very man he feared most by day. He walked onto the stage step by step, then slammed him hard against the pole in full view of everyone. “Can’t even breathe in front of me during the day,” Elliott sneered, “but at night you’re here shaking your ass, begging men to f*k you?” His mentor wrenched his arms behind his back. Hot lips brushed his trembling earlobe, his voice low and dangerous. “Noah,” he murmured, “if you’re that desperate for money… why didn’t you just come to me? How much—per night?” He panicked and tried to struggle, but Elliott forced his legs apart with his knee, pinning him against the cold metal. “Don’t hide,” Elliott said softly. “Now. Take off the rest—right in front of me. And if you perform well…” A pause, deliberate. “I’ll pay you ten times tonight’s fee

When I saw my best friend tending to the elderly man upstairs with such diligence in washing his clothes, cooking his meals, feeding him medicine, and giving him massages, I immediately knew that she had been reborn, too. In my previous life, my best friend and I shared an apartment. We were often awakened in the middle of the night by the old man’s cough from upstairs. When I went up to check on him, I learned that his legs were paralyzed, and he had no children or family. Out of sympathy, I decided to care for him. I brought him his daily meals and gave him massages. A month later, out of the blue, the old man mysteriously handed me a bank card and said, “There’s eight million here. It’s my reward to you.” With that money, I immediately went and paid off my father’s medical bills. Later, the old man went even further and transferred the ownership of the apartment that we were renting to me. He told me, “When your father is discharged, move in together. That way, I’ll have someone to keep me company, too!” When my best friend learned of this, however, she went ballistic. During the few days I was having trouble sleeping, she had secretly spiked my water with a lethal dose of sleeping pills. She watched as I died in agony. After my death, my boyfriend, posing as my fiancé, cut off my father’s medical bills and took away the old man’s bank card. Meanwhile, my best friend spread slanderous rumors among the neighbors, claiming the old man gave me money because I had sold myself to him. Half a year later, the two got married and paid in full for a luxury apartment in the city centre. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on that very day when the old man upstairs was coughing uncontrollably.

Si Dolores Roman, 22, ay pasan ang bigat ng mundo. Siya ang nag-aalaga sa nakababatang kapatid na may malubhang sakit, at dahil sa hospital bills at utang, halos hindi na siya makahinga. Pagod ‘man siya, pero hindi sumagi sa isip ang pagsuko. Gagawin niya ang lahat para sa kapatid—kahit pa napakahirap. Devon Valderama—mayaman, tahimik, at matagal nang may lihim na pagtingin kay Dolores. Lihim niyang sinusuportahan ang pag-aaral ni Dolores, at nang humiling ang kanyang lola na makita siyang masaya at may asawa bago ito mamaalam, naisip niyang ito na ang pagkakataong mapalapit kay Dolores. Inalok niya si Dolores ng isang contract marriage: isang taon silang magpapanggap bilang mag-asawa para mapasaya ang kanyang lola. Kapalit nito, sasagutin niya ang lahat ng utang ni Dolores at gastusin sa gamutan ng kapatid. Nag-alinlangan si Dolores, pero pumayag para sa kapatid. Ang usapan: walang feelings, walang komplikasyon. Pero habang magkasama sila, unti-unting nahulog ang loob nila sa isa’t isa. Si Dolores, naantig sa kabutihan ni Devon. Si Devon, lalong minahal si Dolores. Hanggang sa bumalik ang ex-fiancée ni Devon, gustong bawiin siya. At si Dolores, nalaman ang totoo—na matagal na pala siyang mahal ni Devon, at ang kasal ay paraan para mailapit siya rito. Nasaktan si Dolores sa katotohanang itinago ni Devon, kaya siya ay lumayo. Pero inamin ni Devon ang lahat—na totoo ang lahat ng ginawa niya dahil mahal niya si Dolores. Sa huli, si Dolores ang bumalik—hindi dahil kailangan niya ng tagapagligtas, kundi dahil natutunan niyang tanggapin ang pagmamahal ng taong handang lumaban kasama niya. No contract and secrets - just love.

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.

Dumped by My Boss, Claimed by the Ruthless Billionaire (SPG) Vanessa Williams spent three years living a secret life—executive secretary by day, Gerald’s secret lover by night. Para sa iba, siya ay bayarang babae at nakakahiya ang ginagawa niya. Para kay Vanessa, ito ang paraan para matustusan ang mahal niyang lola na may malubhang sakit. She convinced herself that sacrifices like this were necessary, kahit na pilit niyang tinatago sa puso ang pangarap na mahalin din siya ng kaniyang boss. Pero lahat ng iyon ay naglaho sa isang iglap nang bumalik ang unang pag-ibig ni Gerald, at bigla siyang naging walang silbi sa mata nito. Binayaran lang siya ng husto para sa tatlong taon niyang serbisyo at pinauwi siya kasama ang perang pambayad sa medical bills ng lola niya. Nakita niyang masaya si Gerald sa piling ng babaeng matagal na niyang minahal. At sa puso niya, kahit na pilit niyang ipinagkakaila, nasaktan siya. She thought one day, he’d notice her, he’d choose her… pero mali siya. Sa galit at kalungkutan, napunta siya sa isang bar. Isang gabing walang kwenta, isang lalaki na hindi niya kilala, at alak na nagpalakas ng loob niya. Kinabukasan, nang nagising siya… may singsing na sa daliri, at may lalaking nakatingin sa kaniya—na nagpakilalang asawa niya. From being used… to being claimed. She is now the wife of the country’s most dangerous and richest billionaire—Sebastian Montefalco. A man who could make her feel invincible, yet could also hurt her. And above all—a man she would never let go. Matutunan kaya niyang mahalin at tanggapin ang lalaking magiging katuwang niya sa paghihiganti kung hindi na siya naniniwala sa pag-ibig?

He didn't want her money. He wanted her. Elara Vance is one bad week away from losing everything. Her freelance career is barely keeping the lights on, her sister is falling apart on her couch, and her car is about to be repossessed. So when she accidentally damages a stranger's luxury car on an empty street, she knows she's ruined. But the man who steps out of the black sedan isn't interested in her insurance. He isn't interested in the police. He isn't even interested in the forty‑two thousand dollars she owes him. Adrian Volkov wants something else entirely. He's been watching her for weeks. He knows about her sister, her bills, her father's death. He knows she's desperate enough to do anything. And he's about to prove it. The contract is simple: she moves into his mansion, follows his rules, and becomes his Doll. In exchange, her debt disappears. No police. No record. No questions. But the rules aren't what she expects. The mansion is a cage, the servants know more than they say, and Adrian's cold exterior hides something darker than she ever imagined. He doesn't just want her body. He wants her submission. Her trust. Her surrender. And he won't stop until he has all of it. Elara tells herself it's just a transaction. A way to survive. But the line between obligation and desire blurs with every glance, every touch, every night she spends in his bed. The more he controls her, the more she craves it. And the more she learns about his past, the more she realizes: she was never the one in control. And now that she's his Doll, he'll never let her go. Doll is a dark romance with explicit content, power dynamics, and a slow‑burn descent into obsession. Recommended for readers 18+.