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On what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, Irene Casareo’s wedding turned into her worst nightmare. Instead of walking down the aisle, her groom dragged her to the police station, accusing her of a crime she never committed. It was there she discovered his betrayal—he had conspired against her with his own stepsister. Consumed by rage and despair, Irene endured three agonizing years behind bars. Upon her release, freedom barely had time to settle in her lungs when she found herself caught in a bloody crossfire. That was when she met Kristoff Montecillo—a powerful man from the underworld, and the uncle of her ex-fiancé, Dave. He saved her from the armed men, but demanded a different kind of payment: he shook her world with a single, unexpected kiss. And when a lecherous old man tried to rob her of her innocence, it was Kristoff who shielded her once again. Now bound by a debt of gratitude, Irene faces an impossible choice: should she agree to become Kristoff’s fiancée in return for his repeated rescues, or should she say yes only to use him as a weapon in her quest for vengeance against those who shattered her life?

Kiara after years of torture is sold to the highest bidder at the slave market. Alpha Adrian could not resist the urging from his wolf to buy the malnourished human slave who came with a lot of baggage from her past. However, her citrus scent was enough to drive him over the edge ********** A cruel smile played on his lips as he chuckled darkly. "Oh, but you do. And I know you hate me too. But don't worry, I don't hold your hatred against us. It's justified, after all. And I bear no grudges," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Tears welled up in my eyes as a deep sense of despair washed over me. I felt utterly powerless, trapped in a cycle of abuse and manipulation.  I shrank back and remained mute. My uncle's temper was scary, one minute he was happy and the next he was crazy. "I will renovate the room and make it more girly for you." "Okay, sir," I replied, biting my lower lips, when he touched my cheeks I felt cold shivers run down my spine. I wished he would just disappear. 

I'm betrothed to Hylton Miller from the moment I'm born. For as long as I can remember, he protects and loves me like I'm already his wife. Even if I get a tiny splinter on my hand, he holds it carefully as he gently clips it away. That is, until the young woman his family sponsors offends a client and is about to be sent to Zubania. He drugs me with a glass of wine. When I wake up, I'm in a foreign country and trapped in an illegal factory. Here, I endure inhuman abuse, torment, even humiliation... At my lowest, when despair almost swallows me whole, that sponsored young woman appears before me in a pristine, custom-made white gown. She smiles sweetly and presses the play button on a voice recording. And from the speaker comes the voice I long for every day and night. "It's fine. Alina's the young lady of the Winslet family—they won't do anything to her. But Priscilla? She's different. Worst case, I'll make it up to Alina when she gets back…" In that moment, it feels like someone tears my heart open with their bare hands.

[WARNING: RAPE, TORTURE, MURDER, MATURE CONTENT] In the shimmering light of what was supposed to be her dream wedding, Hazel's life descends into a nightmare she could never have foreseen. As the celebration unfolds, the joyous occasion swiftly transforms into a horrifying bloodbath, leaving Hazel to wonder if anyone has survived. The man she was meant to marry, her childhood lover... Was he still alive or not? But the nightmare was far from over. Captured by a ruthless and deranged man who reigned as the king of the underground mafia, Hazel's life took a dark and harrowing turn. Forced into his bed in a state of vulnerability and despair, Hazel faced a horror she had never imagined on what should have been the happiest day of her life. But her body bears the scars of unspeakable cruelty; her innocence is forever stolen. Her secret mission, the path she embarked on with purpose, has now spiraled into a dark and perilous mission for survival. ** “You have no right to treat me in this way.” Francisco, a man with a darkness that matched the shadows of his empire, gritted his teeth and issued a chilling warning, "I can be more cruel to you, detective." ‘I am not weak; just remember it, Francisco. I am not afraid of you…’

After nine years in the army, Asher Fitzgerald returns to Two Bear Meadow—a decorated sniper, a rancher, and the town’s quiet hero. But the war didn’t end when he came home. Haunted by PTSD and the brutal memories of captivity, Asher struggles to live beyond survival. The open fields of Montana mirror his isolation, and the ghosts of his past stalk every quiet night. When Asher falls in love, he falls hard. For a while, he dares to dream again—to build, to belong, to believe. But as despair and nightmares reclaim their hold, he’s forced to face the truth: before he can love anyone, he must first forgive himself. Desperate to heal, Asher finally seeks help, beginning a painful journey through therapy and self-reckoning. Along the way, life takes an unexpected turn—two foster boys enter his care, awakening a fragile new sense of purpose. Asher learns that strength isn’t just about enduring—it’s about choosing to live. The Lansing House is a moving story of redemption, resilience, and the courage to find peace after war. It’s about learning to let go of control, embrace vulnerability, and fight—not for survival, but for happiness.

Kit has an image problem. Luca is a hot commodity. Kit is intelligent, beautiful, and successful. Luca has family money, good looks, and a new woman on his arm every week. The public doesn't find Kit likable. The public loves Luca. Kit has a new launch coming up. Luca has his parents' threat of getting cut off hanging over his head. So, what better way to solve both situations than by starting a fake relationship? Sparks fly as the two bump heads and try to make their fake love believable - but what will they do when it starts getting more real by the day? *** "And the kiss? Why did you just kiss me?" Luca looked down at Kit with heated eyes again. "Why did you kiss me back?" Kit opened her mouth and then shut it again, unable and unwilling to answer his question. Luca smiled with twinkling eyes. "I guess any sexual feelings aren't solely on my end after all." The Billionaire’s Promise is created by Tiara Msiza, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

On my wedding day, my boyfriend, Theodore Gunther, suddenly stops the wedding ceremony—all because Gwen Lithgow has updated her social media to say she's back. Theodore throws away the wedding ring he designed. He leaves me at the altar without another look back. I'm dumbfounded as I stand there in my wedding dress. My brother, Alvin Chilton, who's supporting me, lets go. "You've always been strong, Joycelyn. I know you can handle this alone. Gwen needs me more now." With that, he also leaves. He and Theodore have both left me for the same woman. They abandon me alone. That night, after dealing with the fallout of the failed wedding, Gwen sends me a photo. In it, Theodore and Alvin are standing by her bedside. She wears the necklace Theodore made himself and the wedding dress Alvin designed. Those were supposed to be mine. The image makes me lose hope in them. Tears stream down my face as I make a call. "Mom, Dad, I've changed my mind. I want to go home."

You will marry me! You will be my contract wife! He declared his voice cold and threatening. Ophelia looked at him without averting her gaze. He wasn’t demanding that she marry him; he was commanding her to. “Marry you!” Is that a request or a command? She asserted bravely, not minding whatever was coming her way. She expected Something worse to follow, but she was startled by his reaction instead. He walked closer to her and slowly raised her chin with the tip of his finger. “Ha..ha..ha, I like smart girls,” he enunciates with a devilish smile. It's a command, and you must abide by it. He pauses and moves his Lips Closer to her ear. Ophelia quickly closes her eyes, bracing herself for the impact. Or else……….. He whispered slowly. Then everything paused. She couldn't feel his breath on her skin again and she quickly opened her eyes only to find out she was the only person in the room. It's like he disappeared into thin air. She heaved a sigh of relief as her eyes became blurred with unshed tears. She just found a wallet on the road hoping it would change her life for the better not knowing it's actually for the worse. “She is trapped!” She is Captivated!” And now she is going to be a Captivated Contract bride she can’t deny nor can she accept. One choice. One contract. One dangerous game. Will Ophelia run for her life, or fight for his love? Or will she lose herself in a world of luxury, lies, and power where freedom comes with a price?

During the mandatory freshman orientation camp, my skin had flared up with a severe allergic reaction, so I didn't use the plastic washbasin the school handed out. Instead, I opened my suitcase and took out the custom silver basin I had brought from home. My roommate, Louisa Carter, immediately made a snide remark, drawling, "You're really something, huh? Kids from broke families like us are lucky to have any basin at all." I didn't bother responding. I simply pulled out my facial essence to do a cold compress, but she immediately rushed over, slapped the bottle out of my hand, and jabbed a finger at my face. "Bet you get tens of thousands a month for living expenses. You have a sugar daddy, don't you? Don't you feel guilty making your folks work their fingers to the bone back on the farm? People like you don't deserve to be at our school. I'm reporting you to the student counselor." I laughed in disbelief and slapped her. … The next morning, the family photo I'd left on my desk had been slashed to ribbons. Across the back, carved in ink, were the words: 'Daughter of a homewrecker. Go to hell.' I went straight to the police. While officers pulled the dorm security footage, our student counselor and the university president rushed in. The moment the president saw the man whose face had been cut apart in my photo, his legs nearly buckled. He almost dropped to his knees.

I'm the best plastic surgeon in the industry. Hendrick Twain is a regular customer of mine who has gotten his manhood enlarged nine times via surgery. But after I performed the latest surgery on him, he decides to linger around in my clinic instead of leaving. He keeps showing off his brand-new luxury watch while gloating to me, "Isn't this watch pretty, Dr. Yard? Winona was the one who gifted it to me." Upon noticing my lack of reaction, Hendrick approaches with a smile on his face. Then, he lowers his voice. "What's the use of preserving your chastity, anyway? Winona prefers to be with a plastic hunk like me, who's gone through nine manhood enlargement procedures, than be with you, Mr. Au Naturale." As I stare at Hendrick's face, which has gone under the knife countless times for minor adjustments, I remember the excuses Winona Grahm made to my face every night to avoid going home. Just the memory makes my gut churn in disgust. All of my grievances and disgust turn into ice at that moment. Finally, I take the wedding ring off my ring finger and place it on the desk gently. Then, I grab my phone and dial the number, which I haven't called in the past three years. "Dad." I sound eerily calm on the phone. "Since Winona thinks marriage is nothing but a joke to her, then there's no need for the Grahm family to continue existing in this world."