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"I think I love you. I will marry you," Damian's icy words froze Rose in her tracks. After their one-night stand, he had a change of heart. He found love elsewhere and was ready to wed someone else. But there was a twist—Rose was already carrying his child. With his mother on his side, he insisted she terminate the pregnancy. Through tearful pleas and gripping his legs, she begged him, "Please, forget about marriage and embrace your role as a father to this precious baby." However, fate had a surprise in store for her. When she discovered she carried not just one, but two babies in her womb, she made a life-altering decision—she ran away, vowing to never cross paths with him again. Five years passed, marked by her struggles, childbirth, and the relentless care she provided for her children. Then, unexpectedly, their paths converged once more. With a cool determination, she declared, "Sorry, sir, I am no longer your girl," plotting a scorching revenge. He pleaded for a second chance, but can he earn forgiveness and how?

“Make me yours, brother,” he whispered, his voice a soft caress, doing so many things to my sanity. I closed my eyes, clenched them so tight, just like my fists. I shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be on the bed with my stepbrother. It wasn't right. I need to leave. However, when I felt his cool lips touch my right cheek, and the strong pheromones wafting out of him, I snapped my eyes open, the orbs wide when I realized something. “Are you in your freaking heat period??” He peered at me, eyes still hooded, and lips pulled up in a small smile as he whispered, "Help me.” And how the fuck was I supposed to ignore that?? ..... Jay and Matt had always been close, but Matt's discovery of his feelings for Jay changed everything. After finding out he was an omega, Matt sees it as an opportunity to pursue his stepbrother, despite the taboo nature of their relationship. With the help of his best friend, Matt is determined to win Jay's heart, even if it means risking their bond and facing potential backlash.

Mia Klein war seit drei Jahren mit Philipp Huber verheiratet. Sie hatte geglaubt, dass sie sein kaltes Herz irgendwann erwärmen könnte. Doch das Schicksal zeigte ihr eine andere Seite, als sie eines Tages ein Foto von ihm und ihrer eigenen Zwillingsschwester im Bett in den Händen hielt! Mia war gebrochen. Endlich war sie bereit, ihn loszulassen, und sich selbst ebenfalls. Doch als sie Philipp die Scheidungspapiere reichte, zerriss er sie vor ihren Augen und drängte sie an die Wand. Seine Stimme war voller Zorn: „Mia Klein, wenn du dich scheiden lassen willst, dann nur über meine Leiche!“ Mia blickte ihm mit kaltem, gleichgültigem Ausdruck in die Augen. „Philipp, zwischen mir und Sophie Klein kannst du nur eine wählen.“ Am Ende wählte Philipp Sophie. Doch als Mia tatsächlich aus seinem Leben verschwand, erkannte er, dass sein Herz längst ihr gehört hatte...

Drei Jahre verheiratet – doch ihr Ehemann hatte sie niemals berührt. Stattdessen befriedigte er sich nachts vor dem Foto ihrer Schwester. Erst als Mia Engel zufällig auf sein Handy starrte, begriff sie: Er hatte sie nur geheiratet, um sich zu rächen. Weil sie die wahre Erbin war. Weil sie der falschen Tochter den Platz weggenommen hatte. Mit zerschmettertem Herzen kehrte Mia zu ihren Pflegeeltern zurück. Doch dann, völlig unerwartet, begann Julian Wagner wie besessen die ganze Welt nach ihr abzusuchen.

“Nickey,” you are so good , fuck me harder, she purred, her voice a velvet trap, stepping closer until her breath warmed his neck. Her fingers trailed down his chest, igniting a heat he couldn’t fully suppress, revenge blending with a raw, unwanted hunger. He gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head against the wall, the cool plaster a stark contrast to her fevered skin, her gasp filling the silence as he pressed his body against hers, the fabric of his shirt brushing her hardened nipples through the thin dress. Their rhythm built on the creaking desk, a dance of power and pleasure, until she tensed, her climax ripping through her with a scream, his release a mix of triumph and torment—yet as her hand brushed a mysterious vial from his pocket, footsteps echoed outside, leaving the question: will this forbidden ecstasy unravel their secrets or seal their fate?

No primeiro ano do nosso casamento, Augusto Moretti, meu marido perfeito aos olhos de todos, começou a mudar. Ele se afastou de mim, tornando-se frio e distante. De repente, ele parecia ter feito um voto de castidade: mandou construir uma pequena capela na mansão e não largava mais o rosário. Eu tentei de tudo para reacender a nossa relação. Mas, por mais que eu o provocasse, ele permanecia indiferente, como se eu fosse invisível. Até que, em uma noite, o flagrei através de uma fresta na porta do banheiro. Ele estava se entregando à paixão… Mas não por mim. Ele olhava fixamente para a foto de outra mulher. Foi nesse momento que percebi: ele não era frio, ele apenas não tinha sentimentos por mim. Decidi virar o jogo. Enganei Augusto para que assinasse o acordo do divórcio e desapareci completamente da vida dele. Mas, ironicamente, depois que sumi, ele enlouqueceu tentando me encontrar. Quando nos reencontramos, foi no casamento do tio dele. Eu vestia um vestido de noiva branco, e ele, com os olhos vermelhos de raiva, não conseguia de jeito nenhum me chamar de "tia"!