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By day, she was invisible. By night, she was everything he craved. Elowen Roberts is drowning in fifteen million dollars of debt, the ruthless legacy of her dead parents’ failed business. Survival means two jobs. By day, she’s the forgettable assistant in a billion-dollar corporation, overlooked by everyone... especially her cold, ruthless boss, Nicholas Bodeen. By night, she becomes Nyx, a confident masked dancer in an elite, invitation-only club where power, money, and desire collide. Until Nicholas walks into her private room. He doesn’t recognize the woman behind the mask. He only knows he wants her exclusively. As obsession turns into something dangerously close to love, Elowen carries the weight of every lie alone. She knows exactly who he is. And every secret breaks her heart a little more. But when Nicholas discovers the truth, his revenge is swift and merciless. A forced marriage. A binding contract. A punishment disguised as love. But Elowen has one last secret. And when she vanishes, she takes with her a truth that will destroy the billionaire who thought he owned her.

Twenty-one-year-old Hazel has always lived in a safe, comfortable bubble, meticulously guarded by her fiercely protective older brother. Her life is predictable, quiet, and perfectly ordinary. Until he steps into it. Silas is twenty-four, dangerously captivating, and her brother’s best friend. He brings with him an aura of dark secrets, ink-stained skin, and a predatory gaze that strips away all her carefully built defenses. He is everything she has been taught to avoid, yet living under the same roof makes him impossible to escape. What starts as a temporary living arrangement quickly spirals into a suffocating web of stolen glances, unspoken desires, and a dangerous obsession. Silas isn't just looking for a place to crash; he's looking at her. And once he pins her in his sights, the thorns of their forbidden attraction will bind them together in ways that could destroy them both. In a house where walls have ears and her brother is always watching, giving in to the madness is a risk. But Silas is a temptation she might not survive.

I had been in a relationship with Zachary Dawson for seven years and engaged for three when, out of the blue, Ruby White, the daughter of his mentor, moved into our home. Sitting casually on the bed that Zachary and I shared, Ruby lounged with an air of nonchalance, her voice playful and teasing. "Zachary, the dental god, sure has a nice bed," she remarked with a smirk. "I can only imagine what it would be like to spend the night with him in this bed." I captured the scene on my phone and sent the video to our family group chat with a brief message: Looks like Zachary might have a new girlfriend Zachary rushed home, wrapping his arms protectively around a tearful Ruby. He pointed at me, his voice seething with anger. "My mentor's dying wish was for me to take care of Ruby! If you can't accept that, then move out!" Honestly, my brows furrowed deeper than the wrinkles on the bedsheets Ruby had sat on. Fine. I didn't need the bed, and I didn't need a fiancé anymore.

On the day of my seventh wedding anniversary, my husband's lover gave my son a pet cat. My pregnancy made me allergic to cat fur, and rashes appeared all over my body. Sensing that it might lead to a miscarriage, I told my son to return the cat. "I'm keeping it!" my five-year-old son, Zachary, protested. He pushed me and said, "I hate having you as my mom! I want Aunt Lynn to be my mom!" My husband, Quinton Locke, tore into me. "Why did you have to develop an allergy now, out of all times? Is your jealousy blinding you to the point where you won't even consider your son 's feelings? You're being unreasonable!" He carried Zachary up and left with the cat. They had eschewed me in favor of Lynn Shelbert, Quinton's lover and the 'apple of his eye'. I collapsed on the ground, watching as blood began to soak my pants. At that moment, I knew I had suffered a miscarriage. I felt an unimaginable pain while I was in the hospital. My husband and son went traveling with Lynn, resembling a happy family of three. Lynn sent me a message. [Do you know why Quinton married you even though he's hopelessly in love with me? Well, I wanted a son and a daughter, but I didn't want to bear the risks that come with pregnancy. It's a shame you had a miscarriage.] Despair engulfed me that very instant. I hired a lawyer to prepare the divorce papers and took a flight back to my hometown. My sole wish was to never see Quinton and Zachary again.

Eliza Rivers comes back from her vacation trip and accidentally hits someone with her car. Right from the start, Eliza had not been in a good mood, and it only seemed to worsen after the accident. Deciding to take him back to her house to treat him, she realizes she didn’t just hit her car on anyone, she hit the billionaire Kael Blackthorn. She knew him, or she only knew what little the internet knew. Amongst other eligible bachelor, Kael was the most reserved one amongst them. “You don’t have to pay me.” “I am not.” Kael’s voice was steady and calm, a contrast to Eliza shaken ones. “You should leave.” Eliza’s knew she shouldn’t get involved with him, at all. She had just met him a couple of days ago, and he was already making her feel so sort of way. “You feel it too. Don’t you?” “I don’t. I really don’t”

Louis has had series of failed marriages and he was about to have his third wedding when his bride-to-be vanished without warning, leaving him with a wedding in shambles and a reputation in tatters, desperate to salvage his pride and avoid further humiliation, Louis embarked on a frantic quest to find a replacement bride. The wedding plans are in motion and everything has been paid, so he was forced to turn to Flavia, a woman he despised with every fiber of his being. Their mutual hatred was very noticable, and their union seemed doomed from the start. Yet, they sealed their fate with a kiss, exchanging vows in a ceremony that was bound to end in doom. Flavia and Louis's home became nothing short of a battleground, a war zone where two menace clashed in anger, resentment, and disdain. It was obvious that their loveless marriage would be a never-ending cycle of conflict and chaos. But when a common enemy emerged, threatening to destroy everything they had, Louis and Flavia were forced to put their differences aside and work together. Could they find a way to put their hatred aside and forge an unlikely alliance, or would their marriage crumble under the pressure? The battle lines were definitely drawn, and the war between Louis and Flavia was about to take a dramatic and unexpected turn but what will be the outcome?

"I will give you time to adjust to this, and when it is time, you will want me, you will want this thing between us, and you will carry my seed and do your duties as my wife should." *** Nikolas Stavros, is the human definition of power, wealth, and beauty. He is determined to never fall in love again, and when it is time to marry, it must be for duty. A woman he can control who will breed heirs for him. Elaine Kyros knows duty all too well. After her mother died with a broken heart because of her grandfather disowning them, it is now time for her to take care of her twin brother as her mother requested on her dying bed. She will do anything, including marry herself off to the richest man in Greece to pay off her brother's debt. With wide blue eyes and an innocent heart, Elaine finds herself in a twisted relationship with a much more mature man, breathtakingly gorgeous in every way. Abandoning her college dreams she must learn what it means to be sold and bound by contract to her husband. She has no choice as she promised her mother to take care of her brother on her dying bed. Nikolas has sworn never to forget all about the past that tore his heart out a few years ago, but his little Bride is close to tearing down all his walls. Till the past comes calling and he ends up destroying his present.

The day my parents traveled all the way from home to discuss the wedding arrangements, the Miller family—led by Grayson Miller—showed up late. After my third call went unanswered, my mom forced a smile and tried to comfort me. "Maybe they're stuck in traffic. It's no big deal. Your dad and I don't mind waiting." And wait we did—for three hours. Their expressions slowly shifted from eager excitement to quiet sorrow. My dad kept tugging at the stiff, ill-fitting suit he rarely wore. Finally, he couldn't hold it in anymore. His eyes reddened, and his voice trembled as he asked, "Sweetheart… does it have to be him? "I'm not trying to break you two up. It's just—you'll be thousands of miles away from us. If you ever get hurt, your mom and I… we won't be there in time to wipe your tears." My nails dug into my palms. Still, I smiled, helped my parents to their feet, and said: "Dad, Mom, let's go home. Forget the engagement. I don't want it anymore."

After suffering a devastating blow to the head, I unexpectedly regained my memories. Before I could share the good news with my wife, I overheard a conversation between her and the doctor. "Ms. Morgan, Mr. Johnson is showing signs of recovering his memory again. Do you still want us to inject him with the neurotoxin? This is already the tenth time. Mr. Johnson's father already went to prison after taking the blame for you, and his sister was forcibly committed to a psychiatric hospital. I know you want to protect Liam, but there's no need to do this to Mr. Johnson." "If Damien regains his memory, Liam's role in the hired attack will be exposed. His life will be ruined. Liam is innocent. He just wanted to prove himself. "Besides, Liam and I are about to get married. I won't allow anything to go wrong. "I promised Liam that he and Ben are the only family I have. I will never let them down. It doesn't matter if Damien becomes a fool. I'll hire the best caregivers and look after him as a cripple for the rest of his life. "Let me spend the rest of my life making it up to him." My entire body trembled in agony. So the people who destroyed my family had been right beside me all along. My father was sent to prison on false fraud charges. While trying to clear his name, I was attacked and left with memory loss. Since everything was nothing more than my own wishful thinking, I'll give them exactly what they want.

My CEO wife, Vivian Lynch, suffers from chronic insomnia and can only fall asleep with the pillow mists I make. At our seventh wedding anniversary dinner, her male best friend, Earl Cain, pours a basin of hot water onto the old cypress tree in the backyard. I rush to save the tree in tears. Earl gets on his knees and apologizes, "I'm sorry, Allen. I did not know that you use this tree's leaves to make the pillow mists." Vivian comforts him gently and orders her men to tie me to the trunk of the tree. She says with a scoff, "If this tree is so precious, then you can spend your life guarding it!" After I hurt my hands from this ordeal, the first thing I do is to demand a divorce. On one night a month later, Vivian, who is unable to sleep, goes to the backyard and sees the withered old cypress tree there.