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“I am in love with you, Silvia. I want us to start our love story together. I am sorry for everything I have done because I need you.” Ralph's words stunned Silvia. For Silvia, she was expecting a day like that. Ralph has always been a cruel boss to her. She had reached a contract with Ralph, solely because of her mother's health, enduring each day in a toxic space that seemed designed to break her spirit. Living with Ralph had always been hell…a nightmare. But it all changed when Ralph realized his love for Silvia. However, Ralph was already engaged to Silvia's friend, Rebecca. The impossible tangled webs of love and loyalty were about to unravel. What is going to happen from here?

“พิชชา” มีแฟนอยู่หนึ่งคน เราสองคนรักกันมาก แล้วอีกไม่กี่วันก็จะเป็นวันครบรอบ7ปีที่คบกัน ทุกคนอาจจะกลัวกับอาถรรพ์7ปีที่บอกว่าคู่รักคู่ไหนก็ต้องเลิกกันในปีที่7 แต่ฉันว่ามันไร้สาระ จนวันนึงฉันได้เจอเข้ากับตัวเอง คนที่บอกว่ารักฉันแต่กลับไปนอนอยู่กับคนอื่น ความไว้ใจและความเชื่อใจมันไม่มีอยู่จริง มันก็เป็นแค่เพียงลมปากของผู้ชายเห็นแก่ได้คนหนึ่ง ฉันร้องไห้จนป่วยไปพักใหญ่ จนตอนนี้ฉันกลับมายืนได้อีกครั้ง แล้วผู้ชายคนนั้นก็เข้ามาทำให้วันที่เลวร้ายของฉันกลับมาสดใสและมีชีวิตชีวาขึ้นมา พิชชา เชาวกรกุล (พิ้งค์) อายุ 25 ปี ความที่เธอไว้ใจ เลยไม่คิดเผื่อใจเอาไว้ว่าคนที่เธอรักและเพื่อนสมัยมหาลัยจะหักหลังกันแบบนี้ เพราะเหตุการณ์นี้ทำให้เธอกลัวที่จะมีความรักใหม่ จึงคิดที่จะไม่เปิดใจให้ใครอีก จนมาพบกับผู้ชายคนนี้ คนที่จะเข้ามาเปลี่ยนแปลงชีวิตของเธอ เมธาวิน วรกิจเจริญสกุล (วิน) อายุ 28 ปี ชายหนุ่มที่เฝ้าตามหารักแรกพบของตัวเองมานาน แต่พอได้เจอกับหญิงสาวคนนั้น ก็ต้องผิดหวังเมื่อเธอกำลังจะกลายเป็นเจ้าสาวของคนอื่น

A little over a month pregnant, I was happily looking forward to my wedding—until my fiance teamed up with my parents and brothers to put me on trial at the Court of Justice. They fabricated charge after charge, hoping to have me executed in the name of the law. If the judge found me guilty, I would be sentenced to death on the spot. Once I was dead, my corneas would be transplanted into my adopted sister, and everything I owned—my assets and insurance—would be claimed by them. Faced with my fiance’s betrayal and my family’s treachery, I fought back. I demanded the judge use the latest medical technology to extract my memories and project them on the big screen, letting the judge and hundreds of public jurors decide my fate. Just as everyone was smugly certain of their victory, the truth revealed by my memories moved the entire courtroom to tears.

Three days after my father’s death, I was home, planning his funeral. A woman and a group of bodyguards stormed in. She shoved me, hard. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she screamed. "Get out of my house! Now!" I froze, stunned. A new housekeeper? Maybe my brother Liam hired her. I kept my voice calm. "This house is mine. Liam knows that. If you have a problem, take it up with him." Her face twisted into a mask of rage. Then she slapped me. "Yours?" She scoffed, looking me up and down with disgust. "This is my boyfriend Liam's house. And you look like you don't belong here. I don't know if you're the new maid or the cook, but I don't care. Get the hell out. Now." My blood ran cold. I pulled out my phone and texted my assistant. [Tell Liam to get home and handle his girlfriend. Now. Or he won't see a dime of the family money.]

An orphan girl, Cali Ruth, who felt left out, unwanted and unloved. But what would happen when she would find out that she was actually not orphan? She decided to move on in her life after running away from her husband. But was it the end? Probably not. Because she crossed his path again. "...So, let me introduce infront of you all, my beautiful daughter and heiress, Callistaa Russells." announced Mr. Callix Russells, feeling proud and emotional as she was the reflection of his Celestaa, and he moved making everyone's eyes to fall on the beautiful lady behind him, including Cain's. And there she was, standing confidently introducing herself as Callistaa Russells. A beauty with a pair of heterochromic gunmetal and hazel eyes. But he knew that she was his wife, Cali Ruth, who had left him nine months ago just like that. Though she was showing indifference infront of him as if she was meeting him for the first time, he knew that she was his wife. And now, he would love to remind her that and will not let her go, ever again. **The cover photo of this novel doesn't belong to me. Taken from the internet.**

I was chosen to be the fiancée of Lorenzo, the Mafia’s heir. But at a family gala, Lorenzo was openly pursued by Chiara, the daughter of an arms dealer. Chiara wasn’t like the other rule-abiding debutantes.She tore through the streets in a modified sports car, used a military-grade combat knife to cut her cigars, and drank the harshest whiskey neat.There was an untamed wildness about her, a fire Lorenzo couldn’t look away from. He complained to the family elders, “How can a woman like that possibly be our Madre and run this entire family?” His words dripped with disdain for her recklessness, yet his eyes were glued to her, tracking her every move as she raised her glass. Then, on Lorenzo’s birthday, he announced his intention to make Chiara his mistress. Chiara refused.”The women of my family are wives, never mistresses.And my husband’s heart must belong only to me.” Lorenzo came to me, his voice hesitant.”Alessia, it’s just a title.I need you to give it to Chiara.Please? She doesn’t understand our family’s traditions, and she’s making a scene about marrying me.We just need to pacify her for now.Even if she marries me, you will still be the one to manage the family’s affairs.” As I stood trying on my wedding gown, a sharp crystal bead on the bodice pierced my finger.A single drop of blood bloomed against the pure white satin. The dress was ruined, but the wedding would go on. Since he chose someone else to be his wife, I will become his Madre.

When 15-year-old Callisto's life's flipped completely upside down in a matter of hours, it's up to to her and her companions to restore a broken kingdom before an evil warlock, Zephyr, destroys all she holds dear. They travel across the nation of Pasiphae to find the only person who can help them, an old, wise wizard who has the power to beat Zephyr. Can this sheltered teenage unite a divided kingdom? Or will Zephyr and the darkness and pain of the real world show her that most things in life are out of her control? •••Updates Every Sunday and Wednesday at 11:11 am EST

For centuries, hundreds of wars raged between wolves and Lycans. Wolves fought, and became the dominant species. As a result, the Lycans had to retaliate to survive and needed mates to save their kind. THEY NEED SHE-WOLVES TO BECOME THEIR BREEDER. And here my kind comes who were destined to live in this discipline until they died in return for food and protection. The worst thing was my people were never treated as pack members nor counted as rogues. WE WERE CALLED AS PARAMOURS- THE PLEASURE PROVIDER. But everything was an illusion for me because I didn't know I was a wolf or more until I MET HIM. Mystery beneath his skin, and the havoc he carried in his eyes, reading me like he came from the darkness to get me only. I am Savannah, and I never knew I was his MOON- CALLED- POSSESSION.

When my family went bankrupt, I was drugged and sent to the bed of my childhood sweetheart, Craig Kennedy. From that night, he brought women home every evening, tossing a divorce agreement in my face. "Beg me, and I won't leave you." He stood above me, watching as I humbled myself to dust, pleading to preserve our marriage. He even ordered me to kneel in his office and massage the feet of his secretary, Lucia Langston. On the day the Moore Group needed ten million to survive, she blocked all my desperate calls for help. I waited 24 hours, watching my family's legacy collapse and my parents take their lives. Craig, with Lucia at his side, entered the house and threw the signed divorce agreement at me again. "You wanted money to save your family, didn't you? Beg me, and as long as I don't divorce you, no one will touch them." But I signed it with calm despair. "Don't bother. We no longer need your help."

Samantha Sonnet, my wife who's also a hospital dean, decides to replace my name with Nicholas Spark, the intern's name on the surgical atlas that I've spent the last three years drafting without my permission. That atlas is then published. I burn the only original draft of the atlas in front of the entire department. Samantha blames me for being brash. "He's just leaving his name there so that he can ensure a smoother project closeout." After dusting the ashes away, I reply, "My academic achievements will always be mine. Since someone else's name is printed on my achievements, that means they are no longer pure." Later at midnight, Samantha hands me a glass of warm milk in an attempt to apologize to me. When I regain consciousness once again, I've already gotten strapped to a surgical table beneath a huge spotlight. I see a scalpel glinting coldly right above me. "You're a man of purity, right?" Samantha murmurs into my ear. "Three people's blood will be coursing through your veins soon enough. You'll be impure soon enough!" At the moment, Samantha is livestreaming an illegal organ removal surgery. As I stare at the camera hovering above my head, I say coldly, "If you've recorded enough evidence, then it's time to turn off the camera! Tell Captain Hardy that I've gotten my hands on the evidence he wants!"