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Three days before our wedding, my fiancé, Raphael Russo, was killed in a gang shootout. They didn't even find a body. As I was drowning in grief, comments suddenly flashed before my eyes: 【Wake up, girl! the coffin's empty! He faked his death! The scumbag ran off to be with that scheming bitch chloe, the one pretending to be sick!】 【While you're crying your eyes out at the funeral, Raphael is fucking Chloe’s brains out in a hotel bed.】 【When he comes back, he'll claim he has amnesia. You won't know a thing and you'll forgive him. You poor thing…】 A month later, news of my marriage to Mafia Don Marcello Falcone spread through New York. Raphael’s right-hand man cornered me, furious. “How could you betray the Boss?” I tightened my grip on Marcello’s arm and smiled. “A girl can’t mourn forever, can she? I’m sure Raphael, in spirit, would be happy for me.”

Bella Flynn lived her life of privilege. There was an arranged marriage between her and her childhood Friend, Michael Sean, and this made him to detest her, thinking she forced their parents due to her obsession for him. Jealous and filled with rage, Bella set out to destroy Mandy, her husband's lover and in the process committed many sins. But her sin caught up with her and she died and untimely death. But her story doesn't end there, she finds herself reborn with her memories intacts. In her new life, she is determined to avoid any path of destructions she had taken in her past life. "Like you've always wanted. Let's get divorced." She told her husband and he was shocked to the bone. She thought everything will be fine and they will separate but michael Sean is not making it easy as he is not ready to divorce. Okay then, she will be the most powerful socialite and later divorce her husband. But who is she Kidding, Michael Sean is not ready to divorce. "Mrs Sean, you are tied to me forever. Till death do us part."

During the Luna choosing ceremony, Veyra's boyfriend ditches her, breaks their promise and chooses her best friend as his Luna and mate. In an attempt to get back at him, she hatches a plan; seduce his father. What starts as a dirty game of lust turns into love. Is there a chance for this forbidden relationship to bloom to something beautiful?

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.

Weak. Worthless. Unwanted. That was what Isla Warren had been called her entire life. After being betrayed by her boyfriend Roman Volkov and humiliated by her own family, Isla leaves home hoping for a new beginning. Instead, she finds herself working inside the estate of Ryan Volkov, the most feared Alpha King in the country and Roman’s father. Ryan is cold, unreadable, and impossible to approach. Yet from the moment Isla enters his world, something about her begins pulling him closer. When the Moon Goddess marks Isla with the rare Red Crescent during a sacred ceremony, chaos erupts throughout the pack. The forbidden mate bond between Isla and Ryan threatens not only their reputations but the future of the entire Volkov bloodline. As hidden enemies rise against them and shocking truths about Isla’s bloodline come to light, Isla slowly transforms from the weak girl everyone mocked into a woman powerful enough to make Alphas kneel. But power always comes with a price.

I lost my virginity to a stranger. That was my first mistake. My second? Showing up at my fiancé’s family event— Only to realize the man I spent the night with… was his father. Elara Sinclair has always known how her life would unfold. Born into one of New York’s most powerful old-money families, her future was decided long before she could question it. Raised by her grandparents after the death of her parents, she was taught to value composure, obedience, and legacy above all else. At the center of that legacy is her arranged engagement to Ryan Whitmore the heir to another elite dynasty. Ryan is everything she was raised to want familiar and safe. With her twenty-first birthday approaching, their union is set to formalize an alliance arranged years ago by their grandfathers. Everything is exactly as it should be. Until Elara discovers the truth. When she surprises Ryan during his time away, she overhears a conversation that shatters everything she believed about him. The man she trusted never loved her or even wanted to marry her. To him, she’s nothing more than an obligation a role to play until he’s ready to walk away. For the first time in her life, Elara makes a choice for herself. One reckless night. One stranger. One mistake she can’t take back. Victor Whitmore is older, powerful, and dangerously perceptive. A man who lives in the shadows, far from the public eye and the last person she was ever meant to want. But what begins as a mistake quickly turns into something far more dangerous. Because some choices don’t just change your life. They destroy everything you were meant to become.

After I proposed to Kathy Johnson, my girlfriend of seven years, we went to City Hall to get our marriage license. Instead, she had her bodyguards throw me onto the street. Then, she walked through the doors, hand in hand with her childhood friend, Nate. She didn’t even blink when he saw me sitting there on the ground, shaking with disbelief. "Nate's son needs a legal guardian to secure his inheritance from the Johnson Group. The fastest way is for me to marry Nate and adopt the boy." "As soon as the paperwork is finalized, we'll get a divorce. You'll still be the one I really marry." Everyone assumed that I, the man who had been devoted to her for so long, would foolishly wait. After all, I had already waited for seven long years. But that night, I accepted the arranged business marriage my family had prepared for me and took a flight to Center City on the East Coast. I vanished from Kathy's world completely, and no one saw it coming. Five years later, I returned to Westlake City to visit my family. My wife, Rhea Weyland, was the sole heir to the Weyland family, a powerhouse that practically controlled the entire West Coast economy. She was tied up in a sudden international merger meeting. She had specially arranged for someone to pick me up from the airport. But I never dreamed that the "someone" she sent would be Kathy. The moment she saw me, her gaze immediately fell on the glittering watch on my wrist. "I can't believe that after all these years, you've stooped so low you're wearing a cheap knockoff." "Are you done with your little pity party? It's time to come crawling back. Nate's son is starting at an elite private school, and you're just in time to be his full-time driver and bodyguard." I gently stroked the watch on my wrist. What she didn't know was that this was one of the more modest gifts Rhea had given me.

My name is Lennie Sherman, and I am a python handler. However, I gradually realize that the python doesn't quite like me. Every time we meet, it will always use its tail to hit my private part and then hiss in my face.

Loving Murphy Townsend was a secret Gemma Kirk could never share. Murphy was not just anyone—he was her uncle. She was the cherished rose he nurtured, but he was the forbidden love she could never confess to.

My sister-in-law sent me a photo of her kissing my husband on the beach. Just a few minutes later, she deleted the photo and sent me a text saying, “Oops, sent to the wrong person. Lol.” I knew it was deliberate. It was never a mistake. She wanted me to see how happy my husband was with her. Clara was never my sister-in-law. Three years ago, my husband had lied about her, claiming she was his younger sister, and I believed him. But after five years of marriage, I discovered—far too late—that Clara was never his sister. She was his mistress, his childhood lover, the woman he had been sleeping with under the same roof as me while making me serve her as if she were truly my sister-in-law. And now what? He had lied again… said he was going on a business trip. Yet Clara had just sent me a picture—a cute, sickening picture—of my husband happily kissing the very woman he had once claimed was his younger sister. The photo carried a timestamp showing the exact time and location. It was real. There was no denying it. They were in Hawaii, on a beach, laughing, kissing, and having the time of their lives… while he had made me believe he was away on business. Without saying a word, I saved the picture and posted it straight to Instagram, captioning it: "Congratulations to my sister-in-law… on finally becoming the official wife.” Then I turned off my phone and went to bed. The next morning, after having breakfast with my cat, Lulu, and taking the warmest bath ever, I turned my phone back on—and froze. Over 200 missed calls were waiting for me. Notifications exploded across my phone. And it didn’t stop there—the number of unattended messages kept climbing past 250.