Borrowed Synonyms

"You're replaceable, but you'll be loyal to me and me alone. I don't care if other men touch your body, but only I get to fuck that tight little cunt of yours. Is that clear?" *** After being crowned the sexiest woman in North America, Bianca's world was turned upside down by a life-threatening heart condition. But everything changed when she awoke with a new heart-a gift from a mysterious stranger who wished to remain anonymous. Bianca meets the devil-Dante Wentworth, a DID billionaire who wants nothing more than to claim the body she craves to offer. Despite her best efforts to resist his magnetic pull, Bianca can't help but feel drawn to him, and her borrowed heart seems to ache for him more with every passing moment, turning her into a slave of rootless desires. To Dante, she's nothing but a plaything-a simple conquest. And he's bent on exploiting her obsession with him to its fullest. But what happens when Bianca discovers that her time left is limited and that some people are just irredeemable? Will she ever uncover who her donor was to Dante? Can the depth of her affection for him strike him as more than infatuation?

My blood ran cold. Not just because of the words, they’d done worse than the scheme. They mocked me. Rewrote my pain as a punchline. Danced on the grave of my dignity like it was confetti. I staggered back from the door, suddenly aware of how my hands were trembling. Of how my chest rose and fell like I was still being dragged underwater. I could still feel it, the betrayal. The nights I cried myself sick. The baby. The blood. The gaslighting. The cold stares. The silence. No, this wasn’t just a memory. It was a resurrection. I pressed my hand to my chest, grounding myself. This body? This moment? It was mine now. Not theirs. Not his. If this was a curse, I’d break it. If this was a second chance? I’d weaponize it. Let them laugh. Let them bask in their borrowed joy. Because from this moment on, I’m not playing the quiet, obedient pawn. I’m the storm they tried to silence. The reckoning wrapped in silk and scars. They don’t deserve peace. Not after what they did to me. I’ll make them feel it. The same agony, the same betrayal. No, worse. Double. And the Kensingtons? Oh, they won’t be spared either. Their blood's just as soaked in my suffering. I lived by their rules in my last life. In this one? They live by mine. And mercy? Yeah, I left that behind in the last timeline.

“Why do I have to become your personal slave? You are a beast.” Leanda yelled. “You are not only going to become by personal slave,” Alarick chuckled and took a step closer to her, “You are also going to become my sex slave. You have to keep my bed warm every night.” He grabbed her waist and pulled her close. “W..W..What does that even mean?“ Leanda stuttered, her words choking in her throat. Alarick smiled as he trailed her face, and on to her lips, “Just your touch feels so soothing that my wolf can’t even fight against it,” he murmured, “How about I stay deep inside of you every night? How good will that feel?” *** Alarick Maddox, the alpha king of the Brown East Pack, whose wolf was possessed by the dark demon Ubel, drained him of his energy, leaving him weak and vulnerable. With a deadline looming, he set out to find his mate and secure an heir to his pack Alarick found his mate, Leanda a human girl who was still finding it difficult to pay back the goons which her stepmom borrowed from. She rejected Alarick’s offer to carry his child at first, but he was willing to take her back to his realm; willingly or forcefully.

Three years of marriage, and it all ends with two words. Sign it. He didn’t even look up when he said it. Just slid the papers across the table like I was another business deal to close. We weren’t supposed to fall in love it started as a contract, something practical, something safe. But feelings have a way of growing where they shouldn’t. For a while, I thought he cared. The quiet moments, the small things he remembered my favorite song, how I take my tea, the way I hate the rain. I thought they meant something. Turns out, they did. Just not for me. Every gesture, every soft word, was borrowed from a memory. From her. The woman who had him first. The one who left. The one who’s now back. So I signed. I smiled. I walked away. Not because I wanted to but because I had to. He doesn’t chase me. Not yet. But I can feel it the weight of everything unsaid still hanging in the air between us. Maybe he’ll realize what he’s lost. Maybe he won’t. Either way, this time, I’m not waiting around to find out.

My best friend was a "mistress breakup consultant". I had lent her money to start her business, and her very first job turned out to be breaking up my own marriage. "Jessie, what's the point of a loveless marriage? You've wasted Harold's time for five years. Are you really going to keep clinging to him and making him miserable for the rest of his life?" my best friend asked. I laughed at the self-righteous nonsense she was spouting and had security escort her out. She came right back, though, this time with a so-called "Anti-Mistress Alliance", live-streaming the chaos as they broke into my company. "The one who isn't loved is the real intruder!" "Fight for love at all costs!" They chanted while smashing up my office. I watched them calmly, waiting until they wore themselves out before pulling out a contract. "The 100,000 dollars you borrowed from me has been overdue for six months. If you don't repay it soon, I'll be forced to take legal action. "And, the lab equipment you've destroyed is valued at 5,550,000 dollars. You'll need to compensate me at full price. "Otherwise, I'll see you in court."

She was his forgotten wife. He was her biggest mistake. Four years later, she returns — richer, colder, and carrying his secret. For three years, Yessica did everything right. She made his breakfast, celebrated their anniversaries alone, and loved a man who barely knew her name. When she nearly bled to death during a pregnancy complication — calling Lewis four times while he finished a business meeting — she finally understood: she was never a wife. She was a convenience. So she left. With nothing but the baby growing inside her and a borrowed £50,000, she built Bellamy Holdings into a £500 million empire. She became the woman no one could ignore. Now she's back. And so is Lewis Silverthorn — shattered, desperate, and staring at a four-year-old daughter with his exact gray eyes. He wants forgiveness. He wants his family. But Yessica built her walls from the rubble of his neglect, and a charming rival named Rafferty Montague is offering her everything Lewis never could. Worse — someone has been pulling strings all along. A betrayal runs deeper than either of them imagined, and this time, it could cost them everything. Can a man undo three years of silence with a lifetime of trying? Or is some love too broken to survive?

“Lily, I've found my mate.” Adriel, my husband of three years said to me. I froze, trying to process what he actually meant. It seemed like my heart stopped and I was going to fall the next minute. The door was slightly ajar when I heard his footsteps approaching. I was prompted to look ahead of him. My jaw dropped. “Carly?” I gasped, rubbing my eyes to check out if this is actually a dream. It's real! ~Lily's life comes tumbling down when her husband of three years brings back her twin sister as his new mate and introduces her to the pack. He rejects her and asks her to leave his estate and pack with immediate effect. That day, the ruthless Three Alphas of the West, well-known mafias visited the pack estate to get the thirty million dollars Adriel borrowed from them but he was unable to return it, so they took her as compensation. What will her fate be now she's taken to a new pack and is under the control of three hot, charming yet ruthless Alphas? What happens when she realizes she's pregnant with her ex-husband's baby? Will these Alphas turn her away or will her life take an unexpected turn?

My sister's best friend borrowed 20 thousand from me, saying it was for her mother's medical bills. As a cop, I lent it to her. I figured if I could help, I should. When it was time to pay me back, she didn't return a cent. Instead, she showed up at my precinct holding a baby and accused me of indecent assaults. After a paternity test, the baby turned out to be mine. She went on livestreams, crying about how I broke the law despite being a police officer. She used the scandal to make herself famous. The force treated me like a disgrace and fired me. I tried to explain, but no one believed me. I went from a model officer to a criminal overnight. My parents were cyberbullied; with nowhere left to turn, they both drowned themselves. My wife was also beaten in the street. She suffered a miscarriage from the attack and died from massive blood loss. As for my sister, guilt drove her insane; she was hospitalized before vanishing from the public eye. After my family fell apart, I hanged myself one night. Then I opened my eyes again. I'd been reborn. Facing my sister's evil friend, I vowed to fight back.

Nine years ago, Charlotte Green willingly bound herself to a companionship system to save her sister. The system guided her to the side of Eric Lorvis, a man adored by fate and envied by the world. Her role, as dictated, was to pursue him under the guise of being mute. Before long, everyone in their social circle knew of the mute woman who loved Eric with a fervor bordering on madness. At a gathering one evening, he finally relented. "If you make yourself look like Emily, I'll allow you to stay by my side." Without hesitation, Charlotte borrowed money to undergo plastic surgery. She reshaped herself to resemble Emily Spencer—Eric's first love. With painstaking precision, she molded her preferences to match his, learned to cook his favorite dishes, and catered to his every need. Yet to him, she was no more than a housekeeper. He neither hid his disdain nor spared her his indifference. His insults, his cold stares—she bore them all in silence. She didn't care. As long as she fulfilled her task, the day would come when she could finally leave this world behind. However, when Charlotte truly died, the cold and aloof Eric, who had always appeared so composed in front of others, lost his mind...

FORBIDDEN!! He is not someone to mess with. But Izzy messed with him. She tried hard to keep away only to find herself getting involved with him deeper and deeper. When Izzy Brown, an innocent high school student, goes on vacation to her hometown, she discovers that a menacing gang is threatening her family because her father borrowed money from a dangerous Mafia leader. Despite being horrified and heartbroken, she maintained her resolve. She decides to act independently to support her father. Searching through all her means she decides to meet the powerful man behind everything and beg him to show mercy. But mercy is not something a man like Robert Erickson could have. He declined to meet her without a second thought. However, after a sudden twist of fate, they meet again. Looking at her alluring innocent self, he offered her a chance. "Be my pet and I will let your family live" Izzy was dumbfounded. A pet...! Will this man chain me up in his yard? What does pet mean to him? This was all that she could think of, but was that what he meant? Her miserable life takes a twisted turn when she learns about the Dangerous Mafia Don's little secret. A secret that no one knows. Will she be able to escape from him? Read the book to know more about an abnormal love story of an unpredictable couple.