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There's this thing that my mom keeps repeating to me. "I love my children equally. I will always treat you and Brielle the same." It's true that I get everything my sister, Brielle Montgomery, has since we were children. If Brielle has a new backpack, I do too. If Brielle goes for piano lessons, I'll be given the opportunity to attend the same lessons. When I go home for the holidays, my mom digs out two beautiful shopping bags sporting luxury brand logos. With a smile on her face, she hands them to us. "I specifically went to the store to buy you nice coats. Both of you get a coat each. I'll have you know that coats with wool linings are worth thousands of dollars. I don't even have the heart to wear one of these coats. I only bought these coats for you two." As I gaze at the expensive-looking coat, I feel warmth surging into my heart. But when I try on the coat, I feel a weird, scratchy sensation coming from my armpits. After flipping the coat inside out, I notice a few strands of long, dry hair tightly entangled among the seams. I even smell a faint trace of mold mixed with a strong hint of rot that can't be covered up by the cheap fragrance on the coat.

The explosion wiped out my parents—and their company. All I had left was some insurance cash and a pile of patents nobody cared about. I begged their old partners to back me. Crickets. Then Alex Ross strolled in, played the hero no one asked for, and proposed. Five years deep into our marriage, after my 99th FDA rejection, I finally cracked. I was in the garage when I heard his phone on speaker. Mark's voice came through: "Dude, you're still handing Lily Emma's blueprints before she even files? How many times has she flopped now? Girl's relentless, huh?" Alex? Straight-up ice. "Ninety-nine. She'll quit soon." "You're really tanking your wife to boost Lily's brand? Worth it?" "Lily's launching her new product tomorrow at the Boston Medical Summit. Patent number 100. Watching her blow up from nothing... makes me proud." "But it's all Emma's stuff. Your dad made you marry her for her brain, didn't he?" "Don't bring up my father." His voice turned sharp. "He forced me to dump Lily. I just played along." I sank into the driver's seat, frozen. I wasn't a partner. Just a pawn—revenge bait for his dad and backup fuel for his ex.

BLURB The first time I looked into Kael Draem’s eyes, I knew he wasn’t a man made for happy endings. He wasn’t crafted from kindness or tenderness. He was a wolf carved from scars and ink, a predator whose heart beat only for power. And yet. When his gaze pinned me in that crowded hall, when his voice claimed me as though the word mine had been written into his very bones, my entire world shifted. Every instinct told me to run. To fight. To hate him for the chains he wrapped around me. But wolves are not creatures of reason. We are bound by instinct, by bond, by a pull stronger than any vow. I told myself I despised him. That I would never bend, never surrender, never let his hands brand my skin with ownership. But then there were nights when the fire between us burned too bright to deny. When the anger blurred into something sharp and breathless. When his lips hovered just above mine, and I hated him so much that it felt like hunger. Kael was chaos. He was violence. He was the darkness I swore I would never crave. And yet every time he touched me, every time he whispered in that low, ruthless voice that I belonged to him, the fragile walls around my heart cracked a little more.

Fresh out of college, Clara Stewart asked me to take on a $500,000 mortgage for her. When I refused, she turned around and bought an $800,000 villa in full, for another guy. Holding up the property deed, she told me: "Jayden, the truth is, I'm actually rich. I've been pretending to be poor to test you. Unfortunately, you failed. I'm disappointed in you. Let's break up." I simply smiled and walked away without a second thought. The irony? I'm the son of the richest man in the country. I was pretending to be broke, too. Fast forward four years, we met again at the National Wealth Summit. Clara had just barely made it into the top 50 on the list, clinging to the arm of Henry Brown as they entered. She spotted me in simple clothes with no visible brand, holding a child in one arm and the keys to a Porsche Cayenne in the other. Thinking I was someone's driver, she sneered: "Jayden, you really went all out just to see me again? Let's be real, you're just a driver now, and I'm on the wealth list. We live in completely different worlds. Don't waste your time fantasizing." I did not bother replying. Honestly, I was only there because my billionaire dad insisted. I had finally cleared a day to spend with my son and now I had to waste it on that.

I live in my own world since I was young. Or should I say I closed the door from everyone. My family's brand was music, and I hate it. I became a girl who kept everything to herself and never voice out her opinion. Why would I? It's just a waste of breath, they will never listen to her anyway. Until I met a friend who opened my closed heart and let me know that living with someone was happier. My friend, my best friend, Layla. She becomes my light in my dark world. Everything she does, right or wrong, when she cried or laugh, I will always stay by her side. Yes, I'm a loyal friend. So I tried to help a certain good man that really loved her and could make her happier. But turns out I fell to that man. Hard. Head first. I kept it to myself not until I found out that my friend was in love with another man. Oh, how happy I am. But the problem is, this man clung hardly to my best friend. Oh, what will I gonna do? Should I seduce him? However another problem kept popping. This threats... Who made them? **** This is a story of second female lead of a certain love story being in love with the second male lead. It is not only romance, but also with a hint of a thrill.

I sold my soul to the devil for revenge. Now, I'm carrying his heir. For years, I watched from the shadows as Damien Sterling—the billionaire who crushed my father's company and drove him to his grave —built his empire on our ruins. I was just his quiet, invisible secretary then. Now, I'm a woman transformed, with a new face, a new name, and a single, burning purpose: to make him fall in love with me and then shatter his world. The plan was perfect. Our "accidental" meeting, the whirlwind romance, the night of passion I orchestrated to seal his obsession. It worked too well. The cold, untouchable Damien Sterling looked at me like I was his redemption, and he asked me to be his wife. I said yes. But I have two secrets. One: I am pregnant with his child. Two: On our wedding day, I will publicly reveal his crimes and leave him in ruins. But every tender touch, every whispered confession of his love, feels like a brand on my soul. The monster I vowed to destroy is becoming the man I dream of. And now, the revenge I craved feels like a prison, and my heart is the traitor I never saw coming. How can I destroy the man who holds my future in his hands? And what will he do when he discovers the vengeful bride carrying his secret heir ?

Cora's marriage only lasted for 24 hours. One night as a bride. The next day as a scandal. Before they could go for their honeymoon, her husband, Leon suddenly received a call from his best friend and he chose her over their flight. Only for him to return later with divorce papers, choosing his best friend’s lies over her, humiliating her, and ended their marriage without a second thought. He let her go without believing her, and on the day their divorce was finalized, Cora found out she was pregnant. Five years later, she returns as Coco Woods; a world-renowned luxury fragrance founder, the name every elite brand is desperate to work with, Including his. Leon's company is on the verge of collapsing. Investors are willing if he gets Coco Woods. His father has also given him an ultimatum: Secure Coco Woods collaboration within six months, or lose everything to his stepbrother. Now the only woman who can save him is the one he broke. The one who won’t even look at him twice. And regret has been destroying him ever since. And Cora? She didn’t come back for love or closure. She came back for something more dangerous. And a secret he would never expect. Because this time, he’s the one chasing and she’s the one walking away.

I wasn’t even pregnant, yet I ended up popping abortion pills like they were candy. It was all because in my past life, the moment my widowed sister-in-law got pregnant, every single side effect of her pregnancy became mine. She strutted around happily with her big belly, consuming spicy tamales, while I was rushed to the hospital for violent nausea and stomach pain; she showed off her flawless skin in crop tops every day, while my stomach broke out in hideous stretch marks. When I told my husband what was happening, he just shoved me away impatiently. “Enough with the jealousy! My brother’s dead, and she’s carrying his only child. Of course, I should look out for her. Do you really have to put on such an act?” After that, my sister-in-law went even further. She kept testing her limits during pregnancy and even ate a mango she was allergic to. And me? I went into anaphylactic shock, landed in the hospital, and nearly died. Doctors couldn’t explain it. They just brushed it off, saying I was overly jealous and it was all psychological. Later, my sister-in-law tried to brand herself as a “hot single mom”. She went live, belly and all, to show off her weight-loss workouts. She jumped around for three straight hours. And me? My uterus literally gave out, and I hemorrhaged to death. When I opened my eyes again, it was the exact day she first announced her pregnancy.

On my way to work, I came across a livestream from an influencer who posted about her relationship, tagged at my company’s location. She was talking about her office romance with the CEO of a major corporation. But wasn’t the CEO of her company my husband? I clicked on her profile and saw that it was full of wedding-prep posts. The man never showed his face, but his build looked almost exactly like my husband’s. So I left a comment in the livestream: “I heard the CEO of Gibson Corporation has been married for a long time. So what does that make you...?” The streamer muted me, then instantly burst into tears. “The internet isn’t lawless. If you keep spreading rumors and calling me a mistress, I’m calling the police.” Her fans immediately swarmed me. “You’re probably the other woman yourself. That’s why your mind went there.” “I checked her profile. She’s some woman in her thirties. She’s obviously jealous because the streamer is young, pretty, and has a rich, powerful boyfriend who dotes on her.” “The account’s brand new. She’s obviously just a troll.” I tried to say more, only to realize I had already been kicked out of the livestream, and my account had been reported until I couldn’t even log back in. I stared at the proof of our marriage in the drawer for a long moment. Then I raised my hand and smacked my sleeping husband awake. “Exactly how many wives are you planning to have?”

Brandon Montgomery's life is like a triangle. It revolves around work, himself, and then ways to have fun. He’s careful enough not to have anything to do with any woman because of the sour taste of love his runaway bride, Lizzy made him go through. He decides to get a break from everything by moving into a new city. Unfortunately for him, his new neighbor, Angeline “Angie” Mathers keeps getting on his nerves leaving him at a crossroads, where he has to choose between letting go of his rigid lifestyle and embracing the new experience of love or sticking with his normal life. “Trust” for Brandon isn’t just a word he is not accustomed to but one he has no interest in when it comes to the topic of women and love in general. Angeline Mathers, who everyone calls Angie is the fun loving, cheerful and sweet girl everyone in her part of Finland loves. She hasn’t had her best of luck with love too, but she’s always open to adventure and a chance for romance once again. When she sets her eyes on Brand it isn’t love at first sight, and the two don’t like each other in any way. But there is always a thin line between hate and love. And once Angie and Brandon cross that line there’s no going back. Misunderstandings will ensue, wills will clash and both Brandon and Angie would be torn between choosing each other or dwelling in their past. It seems like an easy task. But can Brandon bring himself to care for another woman again? especially one he has to trust?