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"Stop it, Dad! I'm your daughter-in-law!" Ever since my husband fails to get his willy up due to an accident, I keep bawling my eyes in the middle of the night. My father-in-law, Anthony Clarke, climbs into my bed at midnight out of sympathy toward me. "Natalie, you'll only hurt yourself if you keep using those toys. Here, let me help you." After that, he lifts my legs roughly.

SYNOPSIS Abigail Winter has always lived a shy, secluded life, until she meets and falls in love with bad boy Lucas Westmore. While hanging out with her best friend, Emily Collins on her twenty-sixth birthday, Abigail is directed to Lucas’ path and she soon finds out that there is more to him than there is on the surface. Events quickly roll into one another and they find out that they are connected to each other in various, unexpected ways. As events unfold, Abigail is left with a very hard choice to make, a choice that could possibly change her life forever. But, will it be in a good way or a bad way?

They had engaged in an illicit affair. All Penelope wanted was to forget about him. He probably didn't even remember her. Penelope Adams had moved on, slowly building a moderate life and raising her six-year-old daughter, Shirley, far from the chaos of her past. A past that included one reckless night with a powerful stranger she never thought she'd see again. But fate had other plans. When Penelope lands a job at one of Alabama's top interior designing firms, she’s stunned to discover the new CEO is none other than Calvin Dawson, the man she gave her body to... and the father of her daughter. He doesn’t remember her – or so she thinks. Caught between a web of deceit, corporate politics, and a scandal that could destroy both their careers, Penelope must do everything to keep her secret buried. But when Shirley is kidnapped by someone targeting Calvin, Penelope is forced to reveal the truth, shattering the fragile balance of their lives. Now, they must work together not only to bring Shirley back, but to uncover who wants to destroy them – and why. Because what began as a one-night affair… Might have been a setup from the very beginning.

When my boyfriend told me he had failed the college entrance exams, he begged me to apply to a vocational college with him. I was about to say yes when a barrage of floating comments suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. [The male lead deserves an Oscar. Since when is 680 considered a bad score? He was literally touring Kingston University with the real heiress just moments ago.] [Don't fall for it! You're the top scorer in the entire state! He only wants to drag you down so the real heiress can shine.] [There's no point warning her. She's completely blinded by love. A provincial champion wasting her future at a vocational college... she'll end up abandoned by her family, framed into debt by the real heiress, forced to drop out, and stuck running a roadside stall for the rest of her life.] My hand froze midair. In an instant, all the blood drained from my body.

Bianca is dying. Acute myeloid leukemia, stage three. The family doctor told me on the phone—bone marrow transplant, only option, perfect match. Identical twins share ninety-nine percent compatibility. I crushed the diagnosis report. My name was at the top: Gemma Blackwell. But the doctor trembled, whispering apologies. A clerical error. The sick twin was Bianca. The cure was me. I had to get home. Rain lashed the taxi windows. I rehearsed the scene: Father setting down his cigar, Mother gasping, me explaining the mix-up. The report has my name, but the blood work is Bianca's. I can fix this before it's too late. My phone lit up. Family group chat. Father's message was short: [Gemma is terminal. Bianca forbidden from donation. Family decision.] My blood turned to ice. They had seen the misdelivered file. They thought I was the one dying—and they had voted to let me rot. When I pushed open the door and saw Father, I felt it— the temperature drop, the world freezing around me. Tears burned my eyes. I couldn't stop them. "Father," I said, my voice barely steady. "I have a question for you." He looked up from his cigar, annoyed. "If it were Bianca dying," I whispered. "Would you have made me give her my marrow?" The room went silent. He set down the cigar. A long pause. "No," he said finally. "Of course. We have resources. We would find another donor. We would never ask you to take that risk." I smiled a little. Just a small, sad smile. "Good," I said softly. "That's exactly what you said. Don't regret this."

After her mother got pregnant with her at age sixteenth, she also went through hell to raise her. Years later Kimberly met her father's son whom she later fell in love with.

He was supposed to be my future. But his father became my destiny. ​Elena is a low-ranking omega who wants only one thing: safety. She thinks she’s finally found it with Devon, the pack’s kind future Alpha, who promises to protect her. But on the night of the Lunar Ascension, the illusion shatters. ​Marcus Vance, the reigning Alpha and Devon’s ruthless father, returns from the war front. He has no intention of giving up his throne or letting his son marry a weak omega. ​But when Marcus corners Elena to force her out, the universe has other plans. The fated-mate bond snaps into place between them with a terrifying, violent force. Overpowered by his dominant aura, Elena is claimed. Marcus drives his teeth into her neck, sealing her fate. ​Now, Elena bears the irrefutable mark of the reigning Alpha, but her loyalty remains with the son. Caught between a furious Devon plotting a coup and a cruel, possessive Marcus who refuses to let her go, Elena must play a deadly game. ​To save the man she loved, she must submit to the tyrant who owns her body and fight the dark, addictive bond pulling her straight into his bed.

"You're making a mistake, Sloane," Finn sneered, packing his bags without a glance. "Ten years, and you're throwing a tantrum now? Go stay at the estate. Cool your head. You'll realize soon enough that no other man is going to tolerate you." A cold smile touched my lips, sharp and entirely devoid of the warmth I had wasted on him for a decade. "You're right, Finn. Other men won't tolerate me," I whispered. "Because a real man won't have to." For ten long years, Sloane Mercer was Finn Hartley's anchor—smoothing over his corporate disasters and staying loyal while he treated her like an option. But when his past flame returns, Finn brutally throws Sloane away, expecting her to crumble. He thinks she went to his family's private estate to cry. He is wrong. Stranded in a storm, Sloane faces the apex predator of the Hartley empire: Knox Hartley. Finn’s billionaire father. A commanding, dangerous titan who built the very world Finn plays in. Knox has watched his ungrateful son neglect a diamond for a decade. Now that Sloane is free, family duty shatters. He doesn't want to comfort his son's ex. He wants to claim her.

Cecilia Laurent’s husband, Lyon Melville, was known across North Ameria’s underground circles as the biggest womanizer. As the current Don of the Melville family, the women who wanted to get close to him would line up from New Yorke to Rondon. He never turned anyone away from his bed. Cecilia had been married to Lyon for five years. The taunting messages and intimate photos from his mistresses were enough to fill the storage on three of her encrypted phones. Cecilia showed no mercy. After the photos of Lyon in the car with a model were made public, she had the sports car dismantled completely. When he went out to sea with an actress to watch fireworks, she had the yacht blown to nothing. She blacklisted every woman who tried to cling to him. She overturned tables at family banquets. She risked every bit of dignity she had as the Melville family’s Donna in the hope that he would come back to her. Lyon allowed it. He let the rumors spread without denying anything. For five years, Cecilia was the joke of the family and the entire underworld. When the New Year came around, Cecilia received her first “gift” of the year. It was an intimate photo of Lyon in bed with another woman. At nearly the same time, a headline broke across New Yorke’s social media and tabloids. [Don Melville Meets Superstar Gianna Moretti Late at Night.] Inside the banquet hall of the family estate, the band continued to play. The champagne tower reflected a cold light. Everyone was waiting for her to blow up. Her assistant expertly pulled up the PR department’s number and held the phone out to her. “Donna Melville, the PR team is waiting for your instructions. Do you want us to make this bigger, like last time?” Cecilia looked at the man in the photo. Ten minutes ago, he had held their daughter on the balcony and watched the fireworks together. She suddenly smiled. “Take it down,” she said. “I don’t want to see this on the front page in two hours.” Everyone in New Yorke knew that the Melville family’s Donna loved like a madwoman. She could lose her temper just as easily. But this time, she did not lose control. She wanted a divorce.

Kylie’s mate told her he had a surprise for her, but the real surprise was finding out he was sleeping with her stepmom. An eye for an eye: she went after his sexy father instead. "You slept with my stepmom? I’ll sleep with your dad."