Empress Cesia Wears Knickerbockers

"I thought I was his wife. To him, I was just a placeholder for the woman he actually loved." For three years, Evelyn lived as a ghost. To the world, she was the penniless orphan who hit the jackpot by marrying the cold, ruthless billionaire Caleb Knight. She played the part of the perfect, drab wallflower, cooking his favorite meals, enduring his family’s sneers, and secretly using her hidden Sterling Empire connections to save his company from the brink of bankruptcy. But on their third anniversary, the fairy tale shattered. Instead of a gift, Caleb handed her divorce papers. "Seraphina is back," he said, his voice as cold as ice Humiliated and discarded, Evelyn signs the papers and vanishes without a trace, leaving behind a positive pregnancy test in the trash, a secret Caleb wasn't worth knowing. Two years later, Caleb Knight’s "luck" has run out. His empire is bleeding, and his only hope is a merger with the mysterious, untouchable Sterling Global Group. Gone is the shy, plain girl in the $10 dress. Standing there in couture diamonds, flanked by three of the world's most powerful men, is his ex-wife. She is radiant, she is powerful, and she returns with a little boy who looks just like him and a girl who shares her aura. "Evelyn?" Caleb gasps, falling to his knees. "I... I’ve been looking for you. Please, come home." She steps over his hand as if he were a piece of trash. "I’m sorry, Mr. Knight,"she purrs, her voice dripping with lethal indifference. "The wallflower you threw away is dead. This is the Empress speaking and she finds you quite... boring." He broke her heart. Now, she’s going to break his empire!

“I’ve tried so much to hate you, to forget you… I couldn’t. I know it’s hard to tell, but I’m not doing well. And not because Ari isn’t here, with me. I’m not alright without you, Alex. Even if I know there’s no way back from this for us, I still feel the need to tell you what you denied me three years ago… There was no other man… I’m yours… only yours… Always have, always will be.” He was suddenly looming over her, his face dark with passion, mouth full and moist from the mayhem he had just been creating with his tongue. “You’re mine… All mine…” They’ve never stopped being married… Hailee Baroni loves her husband more than anything. But when Alessandro started accusing her of being a cheater, when he started thinking of Ariana, their daughter, as the result of an extramarital affair, Hailee decided it was time to leave him. They lived separate lives for three long years, cutting every direct communication. But when Ariana gets abducted, the silence between them is forcibly broken. One quick glance into her deep, sad, desperate eyes and Alex knows he is the only one who can secure the little girl’s safe return, even if it means he must go back to Hailee. After all, his 'piccola' still wears his ring.

WARNING!!! EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD (Violence, Rape, Sex Scenes) Read at your own risk. After everyone believed he was dead, Lee Hyun-woo came back with three different personalities. But whatever his persona is, his only desire is to hunt down the mastermind of his family's massacre and find the woman he loves. Lee Hyun-woo, known as Baek Chang Seol, the heartless and ruthless mafia boss of the "Diamond Kkhangpae," has three rules: strict obedience, absolute loyalty, and compliance with extreme punishment for transgression. No one has seen his face, for he always wears a mask, and so he can only be identified by a three-diamond tattoo on his left arm. Jeong Hyeo-ri, in her new identity as Park So-hee, became an undercover agent, skilled in martial arts who went back to South Korea to avenge her father's death and find her mother, who went missing seven years ago. After Jeong Hyeo-ri performed an undercover operation, the "Diamond Kkhangpae" caught her and brought her to the mafia boss. Knowing how skilled she was, Lee Hyun-woo wanted her to work for him, but she would only accept it if he would reveal his true identity. Lee Hyun-woo accepted the challenge on one condition—she had to defeat him in a duel. But what if the so-called duel ends up in bed; would it change everything?

I found a cure for a rare brain tumor a year ago, but in my own home, I am still just the embarrassment who wears rags instead of silk. While my mother and stepsister obsess over guest lists and social standing, I spend my nights in a quiet lab, trying to save lives. I thought my future was set: more research, more bullying from my family, and eventually, a forced marriage. But Lyon came along. His mother is dying of the same tumor I had found a cure for, and he wouldn't leave my lab until I go with him. He is an Alpha shifter, a man with money and power that makes my family look like amateurs, and he didn't care about my protests before he carried me away. “Name your price, Doctor Christie Graves. I can give you anything you want as long as you save my mother.” But it's not ANYTHING I want. I want every inch of him. I want to know what making love would feel like. And with a man like Lyon. I should be ashamed of that. My job is supposed to be my only pleasure. Yet, when he tells me that there's a bond between us and that he can't let me go, I'm ready to go on my knees and ask him to make love to me.

I've gotten into an accident. When my childhood friend, Jason Patel, drops by to visit me, I feel like pulling a prank on him all of a sudden. So, I ask, "Who are you? I've lost my memory." He's left feeling stunned for a moment before he reveals the fake smile that he often wears whenever he pulls pranks on others. "I'm your boyfriend, Jason Patel." My heart begins pounding wildly in my chest. I decide to go along with this little prank. That summer of us playing pretend has to be the happiest time of my life. But when Giselle Ford returns to our lives, Jason immediately clears the air between us. It turns out that he and Giselle have had a crush on each other during their high school days. Unfortunately, they missed the chance to date each other. What am I to them, then? So, I can only grant their wish of wanting to stay together. That's why I laugh and call Jason out for being an idiot because he can't even tell that I faked my memory loss. Unexpectedly, I get into another accident some time later. When I wake up, I ask Jason who he is again. Impatience flickers across his expression. "Don't you feel lame for using the same trick twice?" What he doesn't know is that I've truly lost my memory this time.

By the time I got home from my business trip, it was already past midnight—and my husband wasn't there. A woman's blouse lay on the sofa. It wasn't mine. I called him. He said he was working late at the office. I didn't bother with pretense. "Whose blouse is on the sofa?" His tone was light and casual. "Who else would it be? It's obviously a gift for you. Try it on." Suspicious, I picked it up and held it against myself. The blouse was clearly one size too small. "Honey, this is a size S. I always wear M." My husband owns a clothing company. He handles all my clothes. He's even used my measurements to design women's wear. There's no way he doesn't know my size. On the phone, he froze for half a second, then spoke as if piecing something together. "This is a new women's line I'm launching. I ordered custom pieces for you and my sister. I must've grabbed the wrong one. I'll switch it tomorrow." A moment later, his voice softened with exhaustion. "Babe, you've been gone for days. Without you, I feel so tired… I miss you so much…" It was already late into the night. Hearing him sound vulnerable—something he rarely did—made my chest tighten. I blamed myself for overthinking. But the moment I hung up, realization struck. His sister has the same build as me. She always wears size M.

I had once been the woman Theo Bennett would have risked his life to marry. For six years after our wedding, he treated me like his entire world. He even had a matching tattoo carved into his lower abdomen, identical to mine, as proof of his devotion. But in the seventh year, he coldly demanded that I make a full-body model for his kept woman. "Catherine," he said, his voice sharp with contempt, "this is the price you pay for lying to me about being my savior. You know my tastes better than anyone. Make sure you replicate Hannah's body temperature. She's pregnant. I don't want to hurt her." Hannah Moore lay limp in Theo's arms, laughing so hard her shoulders shook. "How pathetic, Catherine," she mocked. "I'm pregnant, so I can't be with Theo. And yet he'd rather order a model of me than lay a finger on you. Once this one wears out, I guess I'll have to trouble you to make a few more copies of me." Only then did I understand. Theo had mistaken Hannah for the woman who once saved his life. I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I didn't argue. I simply turned around and dialed Sebastian's number. "Sebastian," I said calmly, "Theo is having an affair. I want a divorce."

"You want to be free of me so badly you'll throw yourself into danger?" he asked. "I have nothing left to lose, Eddie. They already took my friends and my freedom. You keep me locked aside, and I have to watch you sleeping around even in our house. What does freedom cost when the price of staying is my soul?" "I will never divorce you, Maggie," he stated, his voice final. "You are mine, and this marriage ends when I say it ends. And not because of some childish, self-destructive tantrum." Maggie Grayson built her global empire on cold calculation and a profound need for independence. But her arranged marriage to the powerful CEO Eddie Grayson is not a union-it's a high-stakes, public prison. When Maggie's emotionally abusive family publicly humiliates her, Eddie does nothing, revealing the true nature of their toxic bond. Seeking a way out, Maggie throws herself into a scandal, only to discover Eddie isn't merely possessive; he's actively leveraging her trauma and her successful company to build a corporate dynasty that will guarantee her absolute, permanent captivity. Now, caught between a husband determined to be her "sculptor" and a father willing to destroy her company to regain control, Maggie knows the only way to break free is to turn the cold, ruthless mask she wears into a devastating weapon. She's not just fighting for a divorce; she's fighting for her very soul. To survive, Maggie must dismantle her gilded cage brick by brick, even if it means destroying the man who holds the key.

BLURB: Reina Cole is an eighteen year old teenager and heiress of the Cole family. After her old life implodes due to an embezzlement scandal, she transfers to Gravemont Academy. An elite school where surnames is currency. Everyone here wears a mask, but none more dangerous than the boys who’ve trapped her between them. One of them being Adrian Vale. Heir to a tech empire, leader of the notorious House of M, and the kind of boy who can destroy a reputation with one sneeze. Adrian treats Gravemont like his chessboard. He should hate Reina, she defies him, resists him, ruins his control and yet he’s drawn to her like a dare he can’t stop taking. Julian Carter wants her too. Adrian’s charming, golden cousin. He’s everything Adrian isn’t. Patient, sardonic, protective. But Julian’s interest hides its own game, and his family ties are far darker than Reina knows. What happens when House of M, an elite powerful club run by Adrian; throws a challenge on both men? Whoever gets to have sex with Reina Moore first, owes the other five thousand dollars. Two princes. One fallen heiress. A maze of betrayals. Reina thought she’d come here to rebuild her life, keep her head down and graduate. Instead, she’s caught between two rival heirs. Hate me. Lust me. Love me. Welcome to Gravemont Academy

She was running from her past. He was still mourning his. What happens when both come back from the dead? After Samantha's world is shattered by a viral betrayal she never saw coming, the last thing she expects is a lifeline from the coldest man she’s ever met—David Smith. Ruthless, rich, and emotionally locked behind iron gates, David offers her a deal: marry him to fix his image, and in return, she gets her life back. No strings, no emotions, no expectations. But Samantha isn’t the naive girl she once was. She knows better than to fall for a man who still wears the ghost of his ex like a second skin—especially when that ex is the same woman who once destroyed her in college. Still, something unspoken brews between them. Something dangerously tender. Just when the ice begins to melt and Samantha thinks she might have found a home in his arms, the unthinkable happens: Kimberly—David’s dead ex, Samantha’s worst nightmare—walks back into their lives… very much alive. And Samantha? She’s pregnant. Now trapped between a man she can’t trust, a woman who haunts her every breath, and a secret growing inside her… Samantha must ask herself: Was she ever more than a placeholder for the woman he couldn’t bury? Or worse—did he already know Kimberly was alive all along?