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Him. Watching someone from afar and fantacising about them is seen as something extreme right? But for me, it's not. Especially when she should have been mine in the first place. Mine to hold, mine to love, mine to cherish and mine to keep. One silly bet, one silly bet and i let her slip out of my grasp. I've been waiting ten years and just like that one bet, I'm waiting for one opportunity. Although she belongs to another but when I get that opportunity, i'm never letting her go again. Even if i have to take her by force. Her. I made a one time silly mistake with a stranger but I am in love with another. After that, eveytime he comes close, i am tempted to give him all of me without holding back. Surely one more time wouldn't hurt right? It just has to be our dirty little secret.

My mate, Kael, got killed by rogues while trying to save me. He left behind a debt of ten million and a child, not yet a year old. Out of guilt and longing for Kael, I refused the advances of many excellent werewolves and never accepted a second chance, mate. I worked endlessly to raise my child and pay off the debt. But during a business meeting at a hotel, I saw my mate—who was supposed to be dead—lying in bed with my stepsister, Lila.

"One contract. Two men. A deadly truth. Who will she trust, and who will destroy her?" She wants revenge. She wants justice. She wants to make them all pay. After her mother’s mysterious death, Gemini’s life spins out of control. Then two men walk into her world—each dangerous in their way. Gustavo, her father’s loyal assistant, is cold, calculating… and obsessed. He makes her feel like she’s never doing enough—and he won’t stop until she’s his. Then there’s Simon—a self-made billionaire surgeon with a dark past and a burning desire for Gemini. One steamy, forbidden night leads to an unexpected pregnancy… and a contract marriage that changes everything. Now Gemini is caught between a possessive man who would destroy her life to keep her—and a husband who would destroy the world to protect her. As secrets unravel and buried truths rise to the surface, Gemini must fight not only for her inheritance… but for her life, her love, and her future. Because the man she once thought she loved… might be the one who orchestrated her mother’s death.

She saved him, she loved him, she gave her life for him. What did she get in return? He stepped on her heart, he turned everyone against her, they almost killed her. But... She was reborn. Not to ten years in the past, nor to a time before everything started. But she was reborn as a devil, a devil who came to take everything away from those who hurt her. He would help her; he would do anything for her. Even kill for her. When a naive woman meets a cruel man, she becomes so cruel that he won't be able to fight against her. How does that saying go? Nothing is more dangerous in this world, than a human who has nothing to lose, especially a woman who has been scorned. She has come back for revenge, and she will get her revenge. In the worst way possible.

The rules of the fallen are simple . Ten days. Ten days, you live without sin and you will be accepted back into heaven. It's just ten days, it shouldn't be that hard. Until the rules became applicable to fragile, innocent Azaliah who after an ambush, was thrown out of heaven by mistake and began her transition into a human. With her newly found emotions all over the place, the human family she lived with, a low ranked angel who swore to protect her, a mark on her shoulder that is a beacon for the darkness that ruled the earth and her romantic feelings for the mysterious demon who helped her stay alive in exchange for his freedom, ten days suddenly felt like ten years. And with that came an epic battle for her soul as two ancient spirits came after her when the celestial world finds out that she is the weapon that can kill man and spirit's greatest enemy, Lucifer.

When the optimistic Min Sihyeon wakes, she realizes that not only has she lost around ten years worth of memory but also that she was married to a stranger. On top of all that, she even had a son with that stranger!How absurd was the situation!That was too much even for a optimist like her!How was she supposed to be a mother of a five year old at nineteen although her current age was much more than that?Moreover, her supposed to be husband was too cold for her to figure out. Despite of saying that both of them were in love, she couldn't help but be suspicious.What were the secrets that were being hidden from her?

Seven years ago, I ignored my girlfriend's heart-wrenching pleas and ruthlessly severed our relationship. Now, after seven long years, she had risen to the top—and she was back, ready for her wedding. She didn't come home for mere celebration, though. She came for revenge. She obliterated the company my father had spent his entire life building and did not stop until she shattered his leg, forcing him to endure unimaginable pain. It was all so I'd be forced to go to her wedding and beg for forgiveness. But that wasn't enough. She wanted more. She hissed, brandishing a blade, "If Matthew's not here in ten minutes, I'll slice off a finger for every minute he's late." My autistic brother's fingers, the only way he could create art, became a bargaining chip in her sadistic game. Dad's anguished cries filled the air as he pleaded for mercy, but she was not done. She wanted to tear my family apart piece by piece. My mom, fragile and trapped in the haze of Alzheimer's, was next. Her mind, already slipping, crumbled under the relentless torment. She cracked, completely lost to the madness. With tears streaming down his face, Dad said, "My son died the day you left for abroad."

It's been ten years now and I've programmed my brain to forget her little did I know that I was deceiving myself. Things changed when I saw her. She looked different. She wasn't the same little girl I had fallen in love with. She was now a grown woman. She was gorgeous. I needed her beneath me just for one night. I'd get her out of my system and move on. That was probably a lie. Months later. Here I am drowning my sorrow in alcohol on my last night as a single man. I was getting married to a woman I never truly loved. Tara gave me a shy smile as she approached the aisle with her father. Kelsey looked away and ignored me. I was about to slide the ring on Tara's finger and her father's voice stopped me. "Stop." I turned around and faced him. Tara grabbed his hand angrily. "Dad what are you doing?!" Tara yelled furiously.

"You can't escape us, Lana, we own you," Dax licked my face. But I could not move, Xavier's arms were around me, keeping me in place. "Please, I will pay back every cent that you paid me for the contract," I begged. "No, Lana, we both want to share you. Your contract will be mended," Xavier replied as he breathed on my neck, causing the hair on it to stand up. I gasped and my lips parted. In just a short space of time, I found myself entangled between the two brothers. They both owned a part of me and so I was tempted to agree and have them both to myself. *** Lana's life changes for the better or worse when she signs a marriage contract with Dax Salvatore for a year to raise money for her heart surgery. Dax Salvatore offers her the perfect deal and she will walk out with ten million dollars in her name. But when Dax's brother, Xavier, threatens to make the year contract with Dax impossible, she finds herself entangled in pain and pleasure with the two brothers. Will she walk away with the cheque in hand and her new heart intact, or will she lose them both and a chance of a new life?

The fifth year of my marriage to Silas marked a turning point I would never forget. Our son, Yael, was kidnapped. The ransom was set at ten million dollars, an insignificant amount for Silas, yet his response chilled me to the core. “No rush. A Gardner needs to experience some hardships to grow.” Ten million meant nothing to him, but Yael’s life meant everything to me. I dropped to my knees, tears streaming down my face, and begged him relentlessly, pleading for Yael to be brought home as soon as possible. Silas, however, remained unmoved. Three days later, Yael was returned to us, but the cheerful boy I knew was gone. He had been so traumatized that he could not speak. Far from showing concern, Silas coldly remarked, “Yuna said Yael keeps telling everyone at school she’s a fatherless child. Let’s see how he spreads lies now.” His words cut through me like a knife. I picked Yael up in my arms and whispered softly in his ear, “Don’t be afraid, Yael. Mommy will take you away from here.”