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Xena, a princess sent on exile, discovers she's a goddess and is the only one able to save her unsuspecting sister from her evil power driven betrothed with the help of her one true love.

Blind billionaire, Arthur Belmont casts off his cloak of misery and embraces a strong will to face the world again as he falls in love with his caretaker, Stacie Grey. His raging desire to have a perfect love life drives him into undergoing the life-threatening eye surgery. A huge risk he was willing to take. However, having his sight back turned out to be a nightmare. Nothing was like he'd fantasized. Stacie had disappeared. His company was on the verge of bankruptcy. So many secrets lurked around. Arthur's reality was a dark one – a reality he had to salvage at all cost. Will he unravel the mysteries alone, or yet again, crawl back to the love that almost destroyed him in his search for solace?

For six years of marriage, Cyran Valehart and I lived with measured respect, as if we were partners holding the same scale in perfect balance. For the sake of my equestrian career, I refused to have children. He shouldered the gossip, endured the judgment, and stood beside me without hesitation. But when I rode into what should have been my final international competition, he went back home with his first love—her hand resting protectively over her swollen belly. "All these years, you chose the horses over me," he spat. "That damned competition meant more to you than our family ever did." His voice shook with righteous anger, but his next words cut far deeper. "Six years ago, I abandoned Celia once. Now she carries my child. I won't betray her again." In that instant, my marriage became nothing but a title. I was reduced to a wife in name only, a figurehead in his home, a shadow he no longer cared to see. During the very competition meant to crown my life's work, Cyran laced a sharp needle beneath my saddle, each stride of my horse a fresh stab of pain meant to break us both. I lost the match. My horse collapsed with a shattered leg. And in that fall, my dream and my marriage were crushed together—ruined by the very man who once swore to protect them. Later, he paid with everything he had, desperate to make amends. But no matter what he sacrificed, Cyran Valehart was already behind me, nothing more than a ghost I would never turn to face again.

Mikael Kane has lived for decades and has died every night of his twenty- fourth birthday as a result of a curse that had been placed upon him because of his decision to cherish his heart's desire, Blair. Decades after decades, he meets her. They fall in love over and over again with him dying simultaneously. Mikael becomes colder and a little less humane after each death and reincarnation. When they meet again in the 21st century reborn, can Blair be courageous enough to free him from this terrible curse?

For both Hayley and Kenji's freedom and the things at risk, they had to tie the holy knot. Although they are now married, they still hate each other and there is one rule they made for themselves and that's to mind your own damn business. But could they mind their own businesses when they are living together and are partners of a heavenly crime called fake love.

At the class reunion, Grace Sullivan grabs me and tears into me with vicious lies. "She's an exiled Rogue who slept her way to the top with the director, Damian Pierce! My father's bed at the clinic? She spread her legs for it!" She slaps me across the face, rallying others to join the beating. Finally, she stomps down hard on my hand, the one gripping the scalpel, crushing the bones. Ethan Carter just stands there watching, cold and unmoved. He doesn't lift a finger to stop her. The pain sends tremors through my entire body, but I scream right back at her. "You're just jealous that I'm the better healer, that Ethan chose me over you, so you made up filthy lies to destroy me! "I'm a healer. Right now, your father is dying, and I'm the one who can save him. You want to stop me? Then get ready to plan his funeral." That's when my father, Damian, storms in and roars the truth for everyone to hear. "She's my daughter! Everything she has, she earned!" With my shattered hand, I push through the pain and charge into the operating room anyway. I'm not just saving a life tonight. I'm making sure the liar and the traitor both pay the price they deserve.

The Mafia circle in New York City was a tangled web, where power shifted in the blink of an eye. The Dusk family, once a powerful force in the underworld, was now reduced to nothing more than a pawn in the game. Their only hope for survival was to marry off their daughters, securing the support they so desperately needed. I, Seraphina Dusk, was sadly one of those daughters. In my past life, I had managed to secure myself a powerful marriage. I married Silas Vane, the head of the most influential mafia family in the country. My sister, Lila, was less fortunate, ending up with Jaxon Westmore—whom she believed would save her. I gave Silas a son and a daughter, and in return, my family was gifted wealth and power. But my sister? She was not so lucky. Jaxon wasn’t the man she thought he was. Instead of honoring the marriage or alliance, he squandered his time on models and strippers, leaving Lila discarded by both him and our father. One seemingly ordinary day, Lila invited me to lunch—never did I expect that she would kill me, drove a knife into my heart. Then she killed herself. And now here I was, reborn, back when our father first told us that Lila and I have to marry for the family. And this time, Lila called her shots on Silas Vane. That’s when I knew. She was reborn as well. Let her have him, then. She had no idea what kind of man he really was.

"Tunjukan semuanya padaku, jangan buat semua uang yang ku hamburkan padamu sia-sia." Damon Gasendra Pria dominan yang di gadang-gadang manusia setengah dewa. Kaya dan tampan sejak lahir membuatnya menjadi seorang sadistik yang angkuh pun arogan. Penyandang nama Gasendra dan penerus Gasendra Group membuatnya menjadi orang paling berpengaruh nomor satu di Indonesia sejak digantikannya posisi sang Ayah di usianya yang masih tergolong muda. Kelebihan lainnya tentu saja, penampilan. Kabarnya, tidak ada satu pria pun di negara ini yang memiliki ketampanan melebihi dirinya. Mata coklat terangnya, rahang tegasnya, dan tubuhnya yang menjadi fantasi liar banyak wanita. Seluruh wanita rela menjilati sepatunya demi merasakan malam panas atau bahkan hanya terlelap di satu ranjang yang sama dengannya. Namun Damon tetaplah Damon si tanpa hati, tidak ada satupun wanita yang bisa membuatnya meniduri mereka lebih dari satu kali. Tidak ada satu pun pelacur kelas atas yang belum pernah membuka kakinya secara suka rela untuk Damon. Namun bagi Damon, pelacur adalah pelacur, yang harus di bayar atas apa yang mereka sajikan. Damon, dan perasaannya yang mati terhadap perempuan. Wendy Hanya seorang gadis tanpa nama belakang dengan gangguan Intermittent explosive disorder (IED) yang akan membuatnya meledak-ledak saat kesabarannya habis dan amarahnya memuncak. Namun begitu Wendy tetap sosok wanita tangguh yang sudah tidak asing lagi dengan rasa sakit sejak kecil. Bersama sang Kakak, Wendy merasa bisa menaklukkan dunia. Tanpa adanya orang tua dan harta yang melimpah tidak membuat Wendy gentar sedikitpun, baginya kehadiran sang Kakak cukup untuk menjadi bahan bakar penambah semangatnya dalam menjalani hari. Apa yang akan terjadi jika Wendy mengetahui dirinya telah di tukar oleh Kakaknya untuk menjadi wanita dari Damon si pria dominan? Dan apa yang akan Damon lakukan jika perasaan yang sudah terkubur selama 9 tahun lebih kini kembali muncul setelah pertemuan tidak sengajanya dengan Wendy? Akankah balas dendamnya berjalan lancar? Akankah pertemuan dua makhluk tuhan paling rupawan ini berjalan lancar? Akankah Damon yang dominan bisa menamengi Wendy si pengidap IED?

In my past life, my mother kept matchmaking me with a man with violence issues. After being subject to domestic violence, I tearfully called my mother and asked for help. However, she didn't do anything. Ultimately, I died from his violence while pregnant with his child. After I was reborn, my mother ended up being the one to marry him. This delighted me. She had no idea that he had AIDS!

Soon after I came back to the country, someone slapped me right across the face in broad daylight, yelling that I was a mistress. A crowd of reporters closed in, pelting me with questions about whether Chandler Armstrong, CEO of Armstrong Industries, was keeping me as his mistress. I was stunned speechless for a moment, but then I pulled out my wedding photo with Chandler from seven years ago and held it up. "What are you talking about? I'm his wife!" The crowd went silent, and the woman who'd slapped me turned white as a sheet. Only then did I finally get it: while I'd been overseas, Chandler had been openly involved with an actress, and everyone in his social circle had already decided she was the future Mrs. Armstrong. Today, they all came expecting to confront a mistress—only to find out that I was actually his wife. Later, Chandler tried to justify it. "Alina, you've been out of the country for years. I'm a man, and I have needs. She's just a B-list actress; it's not like she threatens your position. Why should you be upset? Just let it go," he said. "Don't make a scene." I handed him the divorce papers. "You make me sick."