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Knile Monte Forteros, a CEO at the renowned Fragments Fox Newspapers and Magazines Company and hailing from a wealthy family, was about to marry his fiancée, Cayleigh Shaine Montemayor, who also came from a family of business owners and owned the Hotel de Montemayor, but it was thwarted due to an accident. Akira Rodrigo Salamanca, a fashion designer and owner of the famous Magic Fashion Boutique, was the one who hit Knile's fiancee, Cayleigh, causing her to lose both legs. Out of anger, Knile imprisoned Aki and hid the events from the public using his high position in society. Seeing no other hope, Aki made a deal to be Cayleigh's aide for life in exchange for his freedom. Aki became Cayleigh's legs and eyes, which also led to frequent interactions between him and Knile. But if the heart of the oppressed falls into false love, is the feeling of the heart heavier than the depth of gratitude? Is it wrong to fall in love with a conqueror? Maybe so, but it's worse to fall in love secretly.

“We love you, Mia,” Jace said and came closer to me. “Just give us a chance to love you, Mia,” Jaxon added from behind. “We would never fuck around as your scum ex-husband did, Baby” Jaxon always so impatient added as well and pulled me into his embrace. ************** Mia was mistreated in her previous marriage because of barrenness. Eventually, she gets pregnant and returns to inform her husband, Beta Hudson of the Silver pack. What did she see? Hudson's face was buried in between the legs of an unknown woman. Mia is heartbroken and decides to fight off the woman, but she is beaten to a pulp, resulting in a miscarriage. Now she is done with the suffering and decides to leave this hell of a marriage behind. She decides to heal off, but what happens when she runs into the arrogant Alpha Triplets of the Moonclaw pack? It turns out they're her second-chance mates. Mia is mad at the moon goddess for matching her up again. Now will she accept them, or will she also reject them?

He betrayed her bed. Now she’s burning in someone else’s. For six years, Sierra Black played the perfect Luna—devoted, obedient, untouched by scandal. Until the night she walked in on her Alpha husband between the legs of a younger woman. Humiliated and heartbroken, Sierra agrees to his twisted offer of an open marriage… but only to make him regret ever calling her boring. Enter the Nightmoor twins—Riven and Rafe. Sinful. Ruthless. Off-limits. Her younger brother’s best friends… and the only ones who ever made her feel wanted. One night turns into temptation. A kiss turns into surrender. And suddenly, Sierra’s not just tasting freedom—she’s starving for it. But secrets run deeper than betrayal. Her husband won’t let her go. The rogue mistress wants her dead. And the twins? They’re not here to play fair. Now the Luna everyone dismissed is about to become the one they all fear.

You didn’t stumble here by accident. You came looking for something. Something hot. Something raw. Something that burns your thoughts long after you’ve closed the app and makes you reach for the lock on your bedroom door. This isn’t soft porn. This isn’t romance. This is sin, unwrapped. Every chapter is a confession. Every story is a dirty little secret you swore you’d never want—but can’t stop devouring. From the preacher’s daughter getting her mouth blessed behind the pulpit… To the best friend’s dad who can’t keep his hands off what’s forbidden… To the virgin roommate who learns fast just how rough her lessons will get… These are the stories you’ll read under the covers with your legs clenched and your breath held. Welcome to your next obsession. Don’t expect mercy. Don’t expect morals. Just pleasure. Vivid. Filthy. Unforgiving.

Paul Henry had to be discharged from the army due to paralysis of his legs, half a year his temper was not very good, so Grandpa Dylan Henry wanted Paul to get married so that he could feel a little happier. Fiona also ran to find Paul because of this news, he said he wanted her to help him get out of here. Without thinking, she agreed. Paul was brought home by Fiona to provide accommodation and meals. Although it is very difficult to earn money to support him, she feels a love that she has never had before. Paul wants to go abroad to treat his feet, before leaving he just leaves her a piece of paper. When Fiona came home from work to find him gone, life became as dark as before meeting him. She was angry and didn't want to talk to him, Paul had to comfort her for a long time before she could forgive him.

Ella Moore is 20 year girl running away from her family after a homicide. She collides in a luxury bus with Trevor K, a 27 year old software engineer who seems somewhat interested in her affairs. Through his incessant questions, witty expressions and antics, the reclusive Ella finds herself doing the unusual : bonding with this strange man in the most annoying way. Is this quick familiarity out of loneliness or an admiration based on affection, benevolence and common interest? Love on a Luxury bus brings to you the tale of heartache, family and relationships. The romantic story unfolds in a journey. This literal adventure will arouse feelings of love, sadness and empathy.

In his bid for perpetual life, the first Don of the Bryant family annihilates the witch clan and violently takes possession of their most sacred relic. In the moments before her death, the head of the witch clan places a curse on every descendant of the Bryant family. Every descendant will suffer a sudden mutation at the age of 23, where their bodies would be covered in thick, black hair, and fangs would sprout from their mouths, turning them into monsters. They can only lift the curse if they marry a descendant of the witches. Ella Crawford—my sister—and I are the last remaining descendants of the witch clan in the human realm. In my past life, Oliver's lottery selection fell on the attractive Ella. I was aware that Ella lacked the power to lift the curse, so I secretly swapped the lots, and Oliver ended up married to me. In the end, during our wedding night, Ella set herself alight, proclaiming that she had lost her eternal love and didn't want to face life without him. As a result, Mom and Dad drove me out. Oliver, however, took me in and showered me with affection. It wasn't long before I conceived his child, and he successfully survived his 23rd birthday. Yet, barely a day later, Oliver pushed me into the fire pit. I pleaded with tears streaming down my face, "I freed you from the curse and am currently carrying your baby, Oliver, so please don't treat me like this!" Oliver merely responded with a malicious grin as he tossed the torch aside. "If it weren't for your interference, Ella would have lifted the curse for me! I would have been able to spend the rest of my life with her, Cynthia!" In the end, I was completely consumed by the flames. I suddenly open my eyes and find myself returning to the day Oliver chooses his bride by lot. I immediately snap the tampered lot, as I'm eager to find out how Ella will save Oliver without any witch powers in this life.

Have you ever had everything you wanted, only to have it all stolen from you? Ella finds herself in this exact situation when she is finally ready to make a fresh start in life. Her bad luck sends her to the arms of a cold rescuer who gets her everything she wants except her freedom. But when she finally gets her freedom back, will the price be too high to pay? Ella discovers that the price of her freedom is much higher than she could have imagined. He independence is riddled with sadness and guilt as long as a strong sense of pride that she wears as a shield. will she ever put her shield down and let love find its way into her cold heart?

Ella's father was in a car accident and needed a large sum of money for surgery. David Anthony - a young billionaire helped her pay for surgery on the condition that she become his wife within three years.

Nine years into my "non-cohabiting partnership" with Simon, his father passed away. The first condition in his will was simple: Simon and Ella had to conceive a child. On the day the child turned one month old, Simon would inherit his father's fortune. Simon told me this himself—the night I walked in on them tangled in our bed. Afterward, as he took a slow drag from his cigarette, he murmured, "Lily, just wait a little longer. Once I get the inheritance, I'll marry you." But he went back on his word. From then on, every time Simon planned to meet Ella at our house, he would hang a string of bells on the door. Since his father's passing, those bells had chimed ninety-nine times. After the ninety-ninth, the news arrived—Ella was pregnant, and their engagement party was set. My daughter saw the invitation, hesitated, then softly asked, "Mom, is Daddy's name on this?" I forced a smile and gently smoothed her messy hair into a neat ponytail. "Daddy is marrying the one he loves," I said. "And I'm taking you home." Simon never understood—I never cared about that marriage certificate.