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Sofia Richards, the only daughter of the old billionaire James Richards is celebrating her 20th birthday out in town as her last billionaire wish. James got into dirty deals and has seen his fortune drawn under wrong investments. Wrong advice? Fake bills? Evil plot? All Sofia knows is that she is forced to marry Alex Holmes, the most desired Billionaire in town, in order to save her dad from jail or death. What happens when she realises that the one night stand she had on her birthday night is no other than her future husband's twin brother? When the love, attraction and secrets between them grow further into a secret relationship? What happens when this brother gets married and her ruthless husband discovers the relationship they had been entertaining?! How will Sofia cope with all this drama knowing that a baby is on the way and she doesn't know who the father might be? What about her father’s life? The contract? Things have turned out unpredictability and now what will Sofia do when her father tells her about true identity?

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?

I was a stray pup. At five years old, several elite warriors captured me and threw me in front of the Alpha heir, Lucas. I heard his wolf talking to Lucas in his mind. "Lucas, this damn little thing is a hybrid of a werewolf and an evil witch. The prophecy shows she will be extremely vicious in the future, even killing your Mate. For the Moon Goddess, you must kill her now to protect your future Luna." Lucas agreed carelessly. But when he saw me, he froze. "Seriously? Dude, you’re saying this tiny thing is a homicidal maniac? How vicious can she be? Cursing the future Luna with a lollipop?" I tugged the corner of Lucas's expensive shirt, and looked up. "Big brother, I'm so hungry." He looked at my body, starved to just bones, and hesitated. "Anyway, the mate hasn't appeared yet. Might as well let her eat first. Even when we execute rogues, we usually let them eat their fill before killing them." His wolf replied, "Makes sense... but after she's full, you can't hesitate again!" From that day on, he raised me, this mixed-race brat, like a little sister in his pack. For over a decade, he and his wolf plotted countless times how to kill me, but always found various excuses to postpone the execution. Until I was 16, my brother was injured and lying in the healing center, but his wolf, having lost its will to live after being rejected by its mate, was unable to heal itself. The healer said my brother was going to die. I didn't try to stop him; I just found that playboy from school who had harassed me. I forced him to send my brother a mind link. "Alpha, I just wanted to say, Emma's body is really... really banging. I'll take good... care of her for you." I even chimed in through the mind link with a flirtatious whine. "Jason, don't be like that, Lucas will get mad... stop it." Less than half a second later. An earth-shattering roar came. "Son of a bitch! Jason, get the fuck away from her!" "If you touch a single finger on her, I'll tear you to shreds!"

On her 22nd birthday, Isabella gets the shock of her life!! She is to marry Dominic Deluca, an influential, Wealthy, Mysterious, and enigmatic Billionaire who is known for having a brutal reputation With her father's gambling debt and her family's reputation on the line, she accepts his marriage of convenience, giving up her independent life in exchange for supporting and defending her family. Soon Isabella realizes she has struck a deal with the devil himself despite their attraction and hot and cold relationship As she navigates being Mrs Deluca, an icy mother-in-law, scheming sisters, a vindictive ex-fiance who is hell-bent on frustrating her, and an unknown threat looming over her shoulders Isabella is forced to confront the terrifying truth; Will she survive Becoming Mrs Deluca?

Solene Wilkins agreed to a marriage she never thought she’d feel, bound not by love but by obligation. Ethan Cole, heir to a vast family empire, married her to satisfy familial alliances, but his heart still belongs to the woman who once walked away—Celeste. From the start, Solene knew she was stepping into a life shadowed by someone else’s love. Yet, despite knowing the truth, she falls for his quiet moments, his unguarded gestures, the man he shows her in fleeting glimpses. A husband who doesn’t yet realize that she is more than a placeholder. When Celeste unexpectedly returns, Solene is forced to confront a reality she’s been silently surviving: Ethan is torn between the past and the present, and she might never be more than the wife he agreed to marry. But as cracks in their marriage deepen, and secrets and desires intertwine, Solene must decide whether she will fight for a love that might never fully be hers or protect her heart from being shattered all over again.

In a world where everything is about loyalty, two young werewolves from warring packs must risk it all for a forbidden romance. It would be all too easy to go down the path of the hate to love trope, especially as Luca, the heir to the Lunari pack and Aria daughter of the Umbra alpha have been sworn to hate each other. But when their paths inadvertently collide, their passion ignites a spark that threatens to either destroy or redeem their family’s legacy. Will their love hold the keys to peace or spark sport of war?

‘Do you really think you own me?’ ‘Yes, yes I do.’ Running away isn’t an option now. I brought this upon myself by signing that document. She agreed to the marriage to make the only family she has happy. He agreed because it made business sense. However, buried beneath the polished smiles and diamond ring lies a secret soaked in betrayal. Alana Voss thinks she’s marrying to save her family’s legacy. Rafael D’Angelo thinks the lady he is marrying is just a pawn. Neither of them know that they’re walking into a trap set decades ago by one woman playing them both - Lucia Voss. It all started with a scent and a broken promise.

My parents' enemy kidnaps me and livestreams chopping off my fingers just to force them to show up. For a time, the entire Internet searches for my parents. But what they don't know is that the captain who appeared in the livestream is my biological father. At that moment, he's on a beach in Hashford, setting off magnificent fireworks for his adopted daughter. And on their barbecue table, the livestream of my fingers being severed is playing. Later on, when I survive long enough to be rescued, I reach out my mangled hand to touch my parents. They recoil in disgust and leave without looking back, taking the adopted daughter out for Wersole food. But they don't know that the thing hidden within my mangled palm will make them regret their actions beyond measure.

I was born with a one-track mind—I take everything seriously and do exactly as I'm told. When my adoptive father cursed a rival company, calling them bloodsucking vampires, I immediately went out, bought ten pounds of garlic and a crucifix, and stormed into their CEO's office to perform an exorcism. When my adoptive mother said she was willing to sell a kidney for the sake of the company, I contacted an underground black-market clinic on the spot and asked when they could schedule her surgery. Over time, no one dared joke casually around me anymore. Everyone in the family chose their words with extreme care, terrified I might take them at face value. That is, until the day of the family reunion banquet—when the fake heiress, who refused to leave no matter what, showed up as well. She hooked her arm through my brother's and flashed me a provocative smile. "Arista, Benji dotes on me the most," she said sweetly. "He said if anyone dares to make me unhappy, he'll chop them into pieces and dump them in the river to feed the fish." The banquet hall erupted in laughter. I was the only one whose face went deathly pale. The next second, I kicked my brother, Benji Collins, straight onto the dining table. I grabbed the silver steak knife and pressed it against his throat. "Everyone, stay calm," I announced loudly. "I've already called the police! For publicly advocating premeditated murder, desecration of a corpse, and antisocial personality tendencies… The minimum sentence is the death penalty!"

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."