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When Ava was forced to marry her stepsister Dora's impoverished fiancé Ethan, they never met. But the groom turned out to be a super hot billionaire. Dora snatched her wedding dress and wanted to be the bride again. Ava sat among the guests. Ethan, however, walked straight towards Ava and said to her, "You are the only one I want to marry."

Harry's heart was broken by the ones he loved. And sent to a school that he didn't find a place in, and he was tormented and bullied. But what happens when upon his return home to find peace and rest, his life is thrown into chaos, finding out he was getting into an arranged marriage with the sister of his greatest bully?

In the hidden world of werewolves, Rey Volk thought she had it all—a loving family, a promising future, and the certainty of a destined mate. But when her heart's desire is shattered, and her mate bond is brutally rejected, Luna finds herself thrust into a world of darkness and despair. Determined to prove her worth and find her true place among the werewolf packs, Luna embarks on a journey of self-discovery, defying the norms that confine her. Along the way, she encounters a group of enigmatic and captivating werewolf warriors, each possessing a unique power and a magnetic pull towards her. As Rey's connection with these captivating alphas deepens, she discovers that her rejected mate status might be a blessing in disguise. She becomes the center of a captivating reverse harem, drawing the attention and desire of these powerful werewolves, who vow to protect her at all costs. But Rey's newfound power and forbidden desires come with a price. In a world filled with secrets, rivalries, and an ancient prophecy looming over them, Rey must navigate the treacherous path between love and duty. Will she embrace her destiny as the rejected mate or forge her own path, defying fate and rewriting the rules of her world? In this spellbinding tale of heartbreak, redemption, and forbidden love, immerse yourself in a world where a rejected mate becomes a beacon of power and desire, forever changing the fate of the werewolf packs.

Sumico Kammal Lowie – a young, beautiful, and talented girl in linguistics. When she was born, there was a psychic saying that she’ll lead her happy, joyful and exultant life when she’s grown up later on. In the age of twenty three years old, she’s worked as a CEO’s secretary in one of the biggest companies producing and selling stationery sets. The CEO is her boyfriend as well as her future husband. However, when the day of their marriage is drawing and drawing to a close, Sumico finds out that her future husband is cheating on her with her elder sister. In the middle of her quandary whether to put her relationship to a complete end or not, Sumico bumps into Virando Augustin Kuandy – the CEO of The Persephone Hotel; actually he isn’t an ordinary human, who’s searching for three drops of blood from a virgin woman who loves him and whom he loves in the humans-realm.

Title : Fated to Love You Genre : Romance, Mafia, Slice of Life Author: Demeter Synopsis: Soraya was none other than a woman full of ambitions in life. She was drawing a bead on becoming a prosecutor someday. But this emulation of her suddenly ruined when an unforeseen incident chanced upon her that led to her mother's death. She became anxious and unstable so she was dragged out from their home by his Aunt Marie— her stepmom. Her ill-fated life and eagerness to live in this world led her to Mr. Raiko Wayne, who happened to be a CEO of a famous and well-known company. She found a job under Wayne's Residence as a maid. But little did she know that her life will going to change. A timid maiden and a frozen cold noble. Two different paths have collided Two lost souls seeking for justice. Will their destiny to meet is a will of fate or a disastrous coincidence?

My name is Simone Fitzgibbon, a 5-foot 5 woman, with auburn hair and deep hazel eyes. I am also well-known super model Leona Simmons. How is this possible? My father works in prosthetics. He designed a special bodysuit from my waist to my heels. Once I step into it; I have a flawless figure, making me stand at 5-foot 12. It’s also easy to hide my identity once I take it off. Growing up; I attended an elite high school where there were rich, privileged wankers all over the place. Even though I wasn’t rich nor privileged. The biggest wanker of them all was Richard Peterson. He made my life a living hell with his privileged attitude. I was on the receiving end of a lot of his taunts for the last two years of high school. My only problem now; I am to marry his older half-brother Emmett in two days. Our union was sealed when I was 5 by my mother Celeste and his mother Victoria. They were best friends and fellow journalists. That’s before Mum and her died in a car accident when Emmett was 12 and I was 9. Since then, Emmett and Richard’s father Paul; sent Emmett overseas. We haven’t seen each other since.

I leave my boyfriend without a word when he's at his lowest. He later makes a name for himself and forces me to marry him. Our relationship goes viral online and becomes the subject of everyone's envy. They all say he's desperately in love with me, but he later sleeps with other women in our bed. I fall from grace and become the city's biggest laughingstock. I don't cause a scene. Instead, I move into the guest bedroom and leave the master bedroom for them. He's furious as he grips my neck roughly. He bites my lips, drawing blood. "Why aren't you mad?" Because I'm sick. I don't have the time to wait for him to see the error of his ways anymore.

To encourage overall development, the kindergarten had asked each student to create a hand-drawn poster. My daughter Holly refused my help and insisted on doing it all on her own. Little did I know, most of the other children had their parents do the artwork for them. In comparison, Holly's delicate strokes were quickly dismissed. Not only was her work discarded into the trash, but her teacher also called her out in the parent group, criticizing her for being careless with the assignment. As I racked my brain trying to figure out how to help Holly regain her confidence in drawing, I was surprised to see Holly's artwork among the winning entries in the state-level children's art competition. But the signature wasn't hers—it belonged to another student from her class.

On my birthday, I personally prepare 16 dishes. After setting up the candlelight, I open a bottle of red wine. I take a photo and send it to my husband, Eric Sinclair. "I'm working late tonight. Don't wait for me," he replies. I choose to believe him. But after midnight, I notice an Instagram story posted by Shirley Huxley, his secretary. Eric was there with her, dressed in the trench coat I once gave him. They sat side by side in the VIP seat of football stadium where my favorite Super Bowl take place. Entwined in a passionate embrace, they kissed beneath a sea of shimmering lights and the roar of thousands of fans. That game is the one I have always longed to experience with him. I look down at the cold food on the table. Eric's words keep ringing in my head. "I hate kissing." "Marriage is a partnership, not about love and kisses." Though we've been married for ten years, we've never shared a single kiss. Meanwhile, he's out there, kissing Shirley openly and passionately. Despite it all, not a single tear falls from my eyes. The next day, Eric settles into his chair, completely unfazed. "Return the gallery to Shelly," he commands. I nod quietly, saying nothing. Suddenly, Layla Sinclair, my daughter, comes running down the stairs and throws herself into Shirley's arms. "Aunt Shirley, you're my favorite. I don't like Mom!" In that instant, it hits me—the home I devoted my heart and soul to means nothing anymore. It doesn't matter that I've been married to Eric for a decade. Now, all I want is to find myself again. I decide to accept an invitation from the Parisoir School of Fashion Design. From this moment on, I won't wait for them to come home, and I won't look back.

My younger brother told me he was overwhelmed by school stress and had developed depression. I tried to help by encouraging him to seek treatment, drawing from my own experience with the illness. However, my mother blamed me, accusing me of passing the depression onto him. She took me to a witch, who locked me in the house. Every day, the witch used willow branches to drive away evil spirits, beating me until my skin was raw, forcing me to drink filthy water, and making me bleed. "This is the only way to banish the evil and bless your little brother." After enduring days of torment, my depression worsened, and I chose to end my life. However, when I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my brother first confessed his depression. I looked at my body—whole and unharmed. This time, I will make them pay for everything I endured.