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I'm the daughter of Don Falcone. After I got back from studying abroad, my family threw a welcome-home banquet, conveniently setting me up to meet the fiancé my father had handpicked for me—Santino Moretti. My father praised the guy to the skies in his letters: he was the heir to the Moretti family, elegant, ruthless, drop-dead gorgeous, and holding half the city’s underground operations in the palm of his hand. I arrived at the Elysium Hotel right on the dot. Just as I was about to take a seat, a hand shoved me hard. A woman's shrill voice pierced my ear. "Livia, what's a Sicilian peasant like you doing here? This is the Imperial Suite. Do you think you even deserve to breathe the air in a place like this?" I recognized the woman. It was Bella, a bitch who had always had it out for me back in college. She was clearly trying to humiliate me. Instead of getting mad, I smirked. "Whether I deserve to be here or not—is that for you to decide?" Bella sneered, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm Mr. Santino's personal assistant. Today, Mr. Santino is hosting the eldest daughter of the Falcone family here. This isn't an occasion for bottom-feeding trash like you." "Be smart and crawl back to your slum." I pulled out my phone and dialed my so-called fiancé. I wanted to ask him if it was a tradition in the Moretti family to let their dogs bark at the front door.

"—No creo que te des cuenta, pero no soy ese tipo de chica. Se creía mi dueño, pero de ninguna manera iba a dejar que me viera quebrarme.—Te compré... ¿recuerdas? —respondió, con una mueca en la comisura de los labios.—No, tú compraste mi virginidad. La risa estalló cuando su siniestra mirada recorrió mi cuerpo. —¿No es lo mismo?***Lyla, una estudiante universitaria, cae en apuros económicos al volver a estudiar. En un arrebato de desesperación -y borrachera- se inscribe en un sitio de Sugar babies con la esperanza de vender su virginidad al mejor postor. El único problema es que cuando Lyla vuelve en sí, se da cuenta de que no sólo se vendió a un hombre cualquiera, sino al Príncipe de Dubai. Un príncipe con secretos y sed de cosas oscuras y peligrosas. ¿Será capaz de resistirse a sus oscuras insinuaciones? ""Vendida al príncipe de Dubai"" es una obra de Scarlett Rossi, autora de eGlobal Creative Publishing."

He looked right through me. Alpha Damon, my fated mate, saw only a cursed, scentless servant unworthy of his notice. His rejection was a cold blade to the heart. Then, blood and chaos shattered everything. A rogue attack broke the curse binding my true Alpha power, revealing the wolf he’d scorned. Now, he sees me. Now, he wants me. The pursuit has begun – fierce, desperate, possessive. He tries apologies, demands, even force, driven by the bond he denied. But I am not the broken girl he remembers. He will learn that earning forgiveness from the Luna he brutalized means bowing before the power he dismissed. The chase is on, but this time, I set the rules.

Wei never chose this marriage, she certainly did not choose this arrogant man, who are you to marry the sun? What sun? I never chose you After finding her sister in bed with her fiancé Wei is forced to give him up and marry the cold Billionaire at her fathers behest. This is not the man she loves, not even the man she likes but as fate would have it, he’s the one she ends up with.

Pertemanan yang sudah mereka jalin semenjak mereka masih remaja, namun itu semua kandas karena mereka telah mencintai wanita yang sama.

Betapa perih hati Alya, karena suami yang dia cinta dan percaya, kini berubah menjadi sosok yang kasar dan penuh pengkhianatan. Alya dibiarkan mengurus rumah dan keluarga sendirian, menanggung semua beban hidup seorang diri seolah tak bersuami. Alya ingin menyerah, namun ia bertahan demi putri semata wayangnya. "Ayah, aku nggak mau sama Bunda yang ini. Kenapa gak cerai saja?" Kalimat yang terlontar dari mulut anaknya sendiri, membuat pertahanan Alya seketika runtuh.

Daddy brought me to Aunt Jenny’s party. As I was eating a piece of cake, I tasted a cherry between the layers and hurriedly spat it out. Once, I broke out in rashes after eating a cherry and nearly died, so I was deeply traumatized by that flavor even as a young child. However, Aunt Jenny looked heartbroken. “I hid a cherry in the cake as a little surprise, just like it’s good luck to get a bay leaf in a pie. How could you be so rude, Kenny?” Daddy did not even let me explain. He chased me out in the yard and made me stand there as punishment. Mommy said it had been more than a hundred degrees out lately, so she told me to stay home and not go out to play. Now I knew just how hot 104 degrees could be! My body was all itchy, too. I was finding it hard to breathe. I wanted to ask Daddy to forgive me, but he refused to open the door no matter how hard I knocked. He glanced at me coldly through the floor-to-ceiling window. He was not going to let me back in.

Aku tak pernah menyangka suami sempurnaku ternyata berniat menduakanku bahkan sebelum pernikahan kami berlangsung, setelah bertahun menjalani kehidupan rumah tangga ideal bak cerita dari negeri dongeng akhirnya harus kuterima kenyataan yang meluluh lantakan impian menua bersama berdua selamaya,sanggupkah aku menjalaninya?

Lestari Hardianti tak pernah menyangka kalau pernikahannya akan hancur oleh orang ketiga. Berkat cerita anaknya ia bisa mengetahui kebohongan Dani Argantara—sang suami. Perjalanan wanita yang kerap disapa Tari dalam mencari keadilan tidaklah mudah. Semua aset telah diambil alih oleh Dani saat dirinya berhasil dilumpuhkan. Sang suami pergi bersama wanita idaman lain, membawa semua aset yang telah direnggut darinya. Tari bukanlah wanita lemah. Dengan bantuan sahabatnya—Bastian, dia akan membuktikan pada mereka yang menyakitinya tentang sebuah penyesalan.

Eu morri no meu aniversário, mas os meus pais e o meu marido não perceberam. Eles estavam ocupados demais, dedicando toda a atenção para planejar a festa de aniversário da minha irmã gêmea, Esme Shaw. Enquanto ela estava cercada por pessoas ajudando-a a escolher um vestido, eu fui amarrada e jogada no porão. Com a pouca força que me restava, forcei meus dedos quebrados a digitar o código—9395. Era um sinal que meu marido, Edwin Grant, e eu tínhamos combinado. Era uma forma direta de pedir ajuda em caso de perigo. Nunca pensei que um dia realmente precisaria dele. Mas quando enviei, ele não acreditou em mim. Sua resposta foi fria: "Claudia, está fazendo um espetáculo só porque não te levei pra comprar um vestido novo?" Você ainda pode usar o vestido do ano passado. Pare de arrumar confusão. Te vejo na festa mais tarde.” O que ele não sabia era que Esme já havia destruído aquele vestido em pedaços. Ele não tinha ideia de que eu parti logo após desligar. A celebração começou e eu não estava presente. Um alvoroço tomou conta da sala quando viram o presente que eu tinha preparado para a Esme com antecedência.