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$1M for 30 days. One rule: Don’t fall in love. Avery is drowning in debt. Dominic Thorne, the "Ice King" of Wall Street, needs a fake fiancée to save a merger. She’s his perfect asset, until the line between business and pleasure burns away. In this game of cold silk, who will break first?

The entertainment world is no stranger to Keitha Patric, a senior manager at Paris-based entertainment company Tristar. She has always represented the company to deal with scandals caused by famous actors she manages, but this time the incident was so out of Keitha's control that the production manager himself had to convene a staff meeting a few hours later. Keitha was then assigned to work with Laetus Allision, a new creative director of Tristar to solve the ongoing problem. But when it comes to solving problems, both Keitha and Laetus simultaneously realize that behind them there is another competitor who is deliberately trying to cause trouble for the company.

The operation had just gone dark when the chatter started in the comms. “Easy, Zane. Don’t burn through another mattress.” A low laugh came through the headset. Relaxed. Careless. “I’ve been deployed for six months. I needed the release. And don’t let my wife hear that.” More laughter. “Right. Take care of the little mistress first, then call home and play devoted husband?” My phone rang. His voice when I answered was warm. Intimate. Soft in a way it never was on the field. He said he missed me. Said he counted the days until he could come home. I watched the live drone feed while he said it. What he didn’t know was that three months ago, I had quietly transferred into the family’s Strategic Intelligence division. Every operation his crew ran, I was the one behind the monitors—tracking shipments, rerouting safehouses, intercepting rival signals, listening to every word spoken over secured lines. The first night he slept with her, I logged the timestamp. 00:43 hours. When the call ended, I dialed another number—encrypted, family internal. “I’ll accept your offer,” I said calmly. “After this job, I’m stepping away.” The voice on the other end was steady. Controlled. Powerful. “You’ll leave after the Palermo Capture,” he replied. “I’ll personally see to your relocation.” A pause. “Three days.”

After eight years of loving him in vain, my boyfriend, Gilbert Hughes, finally proposed. The wedding is set for a week from now. However, just as I'm happily preparing for it, I accidentally overhear a conversation between him and his friends. "I have to give it to Gilbert. The moment he proposes, his first love, Cheryl, gets restless." "But now that Cheryl's back, what are you going to do with your girlfriend?" Gilbert pauses for a moment, then replies casually, "It's fine. I'm not actually going to register my marriage with Jennifer. At worst, I'll just hold a wedding and play along." At the party the next day, he wraps his arm around me dotingly and socializes with our guests. Yet, the moment Cheryl Manning runs out in tears, he instantly lets go of me and chases after her in a panic. I follow quietly and watch them embrace tightly in the dark, kissing each other deeply. With my heart completely shattered, I turn away and dial a number. "Want to get married? I need a groom."

I once risked my life to save Jaxson Rourke on a rainy night. He remembered my face. Yet, when he came to propose, he mistook Elena for me simply because we shared a similar appearance. My stepmother forbade me from revealing the truth. Tragically, Elena was frail and passed away from illness before the wedding. My father couldn't bear to let such immense wealth and status slip away, so he decided to hand the marriage to me instead. He thought that I would surely win the Jaxson’s favor, thinking I closely resembled Elena, enough to replace her. But, my father was wrong. Jaxson only has hatred for me, "You two look so much alike.” He sneered, “Why did she have to be the one who died, and not you?" After the marriage, Jaxson remained indifferent towards me, never believing a word I said. Now, I have been reborn to the time when Jaxson had just gotten engaged…I knelt before my stepmother and pleaded, "To avoid any unexpected trouble, please arrange my marriage as soon as possible.

On my wedding day, the first love of my boyfriend appeared and declared she wanted my place at the altar. Sobbing theatrically, she pleaded, "Claire, I’m seriously ill. You have your whole life to be with Evan. Just let me have this wedding." And my boyfriend backed her up without hesitation. "Claire, you’re already pregnant with my child, and we’ve signed the marriage papers. You’ve got everything you need. This wedding? It doesn’t matter." The guests gawked, while I stood there as the punchline of their jokes. But instead of causing a scene, I kept my composure. That same day, I booked an abortion and looked his first love straight in the eye with a smile. "Sure, take the wedding, and take him too. He’s all yours."

There was no feeling worse than being in a one-sided love. Caroline never thought that she would find herself in this kind of a situation. All just because of a man who didn’t deserve her. Wesley couldn’t deny that Caroline was perfect in every way. She had taken care of him well over the years but he couldn’t change the way that he felt. Forcing herself into his life made him hate her and yearn for the love of another woman who he couldn’t have 5 years ago. Now that she was back, he was ready to say his special goodbye. “Sign the divorce papers so that we can free ourselves from this sorry excuse of a marriage. The love of my life is back now and we are going to try and rebuild our lives together from where we had left. I have no space for you in my life, okay. “The man said emotionlessly as he threw the documents on her lap. “You are right, this is the end of us. I am leaving and I am never coming back. Go be with the love of your life.” She signed and reclaimed her real identity. However, a certain man soon started becoming her shadow. Everywhere that she stepped, he would show up. “Why are you stalking me?” Caroline asked. “Because you are the love of my life. ” Wesley answered with tears in his eyes. “The word love means nothing to me. It is for fools” she snarled and walked away.

Serena Lancaster’s life is in pieces. After a painful divorce, she’s trying to put herself back together. But when a blind date set up by her parents leads her to Myles Voss, her ex-husband’s boss, things take an unexpected turn. Myles is a powerful lawyer by day and a dangerous biker gang leader by night. He’s used to getting what he wants, and right now, he wants Serena. With a past that’s hard to forget, he sees her as the key to gaining everything he’s been after. But as their fake relationship grows, Serena finds herself torn between trust and the fear of being used.

“One night, one ring, and one mistake I can’t take back… Because the man I married in Vegas is now my mother’s fiancé.” Lena Carter thought a wild night in Las Vegas would help her forget her cheating ex. She didn’t expect to wake up in a penthouse suite with a six-carat ring on her finger—and a marriage certificate linking her to a mysterious, sinfully gorgeous stranger named Roman Wolfe. She left before sunrise, hoping to erase the night from her memory. Until two months later… when her mother introduces him as her new fiancé. Roman doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t forget. And when Lena finds out she’s pregnant, hiding the truth gets harder every day—especially when Roman refuses to keep his distance. “You’re already mine, Lena,” he whispers against her skin. “That ring may be gone, but I still own every part of you. Including the baby you’re carrying.” Now, trapped in a web of secrets, lies, and forbidden desire, Lena must choose: Protect the people she loves... or surrender to the man who already owns her body and heart.

My mother-in-law’s final wish was simple—she wanted one last trip to Hawaii, to bask in the warmth of the sun before her time ran out. But her son, Vincent, didn’t see it that way. He thought I was manipulating her, using her as an excuse to drag him on a vacation he didn’t want. So, out of spite, he refused to grant her dying wish. I begged him. Pleaded. Swallowed my pride and all the hurt his accusations brought. After relentless persuasion, he finally relented. I thought, at last, I could give Lucy the happiness she deserved. But on the day we were set to leave, Vincent was nowhere to be found. And that same day, Lucy suffered a heart attack. She passed away with only me by her side—never getting to feel the warmth of the sun on her skin one last time. And then I saw it. A picture. Vincent, tagged at a luxury resort with his ex. The caption from her read: Thank you for abandoning your job to take me on this trip. You’re the best. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I didn’t even confront him. I just packed my bags and left. And this time? Vincent found out about the truth and begged me to stay.