Faking Straight

When the fire broke out, I called my husband, Hector. He didn't answer. Instead, he ran straight into the flames—to save my sister, Emma. They held each other, clinging to life, while I was trapped in the basement, watching my calls go ignored until all hope burned out. Afterward, Emma played innocent, twisting everything. She told him, "Hector, don't blame Sienna. She didn't leave me on purpose... she was just scared." Her lie made me the villain, and everyone bought it. Fueled by hatred, Hector spat, "She's so vicious—why didn't that fire just take her?" Three months later, the police found my body.

She was called Erica Johnson, an extremely beautiful young lady with blue precious eyes, she had straight blonde hairs hanging down her shoulders but her life was crippled by the thoughts of never being able to love and be loved by a man. She dreamt of having a husband and beautiful children someday but as days crept into weeks and weeks into months, she lost faith in the words "true love". The betrayals were unbearable especially from people whom she loved the most and her trust broken. Erica tagged herself unlucky and unfortunate until the very day she met a young man whom she believed would change her perception of things but when she thought things have turned out for the best, that was where the nightmare began.

"I had you once and I'll definitely HAVE YOU BACK AGAIN, and that's a PROMISE." My whole body shivered as he said those words... But I won't show him that I'm scared. I looked at him straight in the eyes with so much bravery even though I'm scared to his so called PROMISE. "You won't." I don't want to go back in his arms again. I don't want to go back to the person who broke my heart before... I don't know why he wants me back but on thing is for sure... I'm not the BILLIONAIRE'S QUEEN even from before up until now...

Murder. That’s what the world called it. To him, it was mundane. My husband didn’t even blink while stabbing me twenty-seven times… Not even when he knew I was thirteen weeks pregnant with his child. I died. But fate is cruel. Crueler than him......Because it gave me another chance - a chance not to escape, but to finish the game. This time, I didn’t run. This time, I chose violence. I walked toward the man who would murder me in five years, looked straight into his pretentious eyes, and smiled. “Nicolas… let’s get married.” A smirk curled on my lips. Devil? He didn’t create one. He created me: Anna Fvcking Devile.

I whispered my eyes fluttering close while his fingers thrust in and out of me. I couldnt control the moans that erupt my throat. I knew my actions means taking full over me, but I couldnt think straight at that moment. . . . Hit by the betrayal of her bestfriend and her boyfriend, Vivian everhart enters a marriage of convenience with Kian black wood. They would show their affection and act like a normal couple in public but indoors they act like complete strangers. Their arrangement was going without a hitch for a while until they started growing affections for eachother. They decided to make their marriage real until a figure from Kian's past came into the picture, this made the couple drift apart. Will they go their separate ways ? Or will they give theierselve another chance and fight for their love ?

Jiliana Agador has spent her life enduring cruelty at the hands of her relatives, struggling to survive despite her hard-earned salary as a secretary at Delta Hotels and Resorts. Her boss, the enigmatic multimillionaire Marxon Delta, is in the middle of a family crisis—his late parents’ will demands that he marry to inherit the empire they built. On the night Jiliana escapes her oppressive home, fate leads her straight into Marxon’s arms—quite literally—when she collapses in the pouring rain. With no other choice, Marxon takes her in, offering her an unconventional deal a temporary marriage in exchange for shelter and security. Desperate and with nowhere else to go, Jiliana signs the contract, unaware that her boss has secretly harbored feelings for her for years.

Sharon is her pack’s Alpha fated mate, which is the heart's desire of every female. But what happens when he cheats with her sister and then rejects her? Roland is the king of the werewolf kingdom. After finding his mate, she betrayed him by having affairs with his beta. Not long after, she was attacked by rogues and died because he loved her so much. It made him hard and cold. One night, as he was coming back from his normal duty, he and his wolf caught an unfamiliar scent and found a she-wolf. What will be the fate of Sharon when she wakes up and finds out she had run straight into the land that belongs to their king, and what will happen when they finally fall in love with each other?

My movie star husband's girlfriend suspected I was the other woman. She confronted me in public, beat me until I lost my child, and even left my face scarred beyond recognition. "You shameless homewrecker! How dare you seduce someone else's man—and even get pregnant?" she screamed in rage. "I'll send you and that child of yours straight to hell today!" And as for my husband, he didn't even spare me a glance. All he cared to say was, "Why did you bother hitting her yourself? Did your hand hurt?" But when he finally discovered that the woman his girlfriend had scarred and caused to miscarry was me, he lost his mind.

“Tell me, are you frightened of what happens inside you the moment I’m near?” Iris freezes, the towel pressed against her chest. “I… I…” Her voice trembled. Aurelian steps closer, a smirk playing on his lips. Iris’s pulse spikes; it’s as if he can see right through her. —·—·—·—·—·—·— Imagine discovering your fated mate cheating on you with your high school bully on the very night of your mating ceremony. Still, Iris is forced by her father to stand at the altar. After all, marrying the Alpha heir means power and profit for her family. So she runs. Straight into the path of Aurelian Virex, a Lycan billionaire, ruler of a global empire, and the man her fated mate now serves.

Manhattan was doing that thing again twinkling like it had all the answers, when really it just had expensive lighting. Alexander Knight leaned against the glass wall of his penthouse, seventy-five floors up, watching the city hum below him. Bourbon in one hand (mostly untouched), phone in the other. The merger docs stared back at him from the screen, but the part that actually kept him up at night wasn’t the billions on the line. It was the fine print from the Japanese investors: “Family stability preferred.” Translation: get a wife, look settled, or watch the whole deal slip away. He exhaled, fogging the window for a second before it cleared. His assistant had already sent over a neat little list of “suitable” women—discreet, polished, zero drama. Women who understood arrangements. He hadn’t even opened the attachments. Because something about the whole thing felt… hollow. His gaze drifted down, past the grid of lights, to the tiny café on the corner. Golden glow spilling onto the sidewalk, handwritten sign in the window: Local Artist Pop-Up – One Night Only. A woman stood in front of a canvas, head tilted, paint-smudged shirt slipping off one shoulder. She was talking to someone out of view, laughing softly, then stepped back to study her work like it had personally offended her. She glanced up—straight toward his building, straight at him somehow, even though there was no way she could see him up here. But for a split second, their eyes locked across the impossible distance. But right then, with the whole damn city glittering between them, he had this ridiculous, unshakable thought: She’s the one I’m going to ask. And hell help them both when she says yes.