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At the bachelor party the night before the wedding, the truth-or-dare penalty was brutal—show the most hidden photo on your phone. Gina, Peter's so-called "girl bro," lost. She just grinned and cast her screen onto the big TV. A marriage license filled the screen, stamped by the county clerk. Names: Peter Cooke and Gina Draper. Date: yesterday. The room went dead silent. I stared at Peter's drained face. Gina didn't flinch. She patted his shoulder. "Oops. Guess you found out. Joey, don't take it seriously. Just a dumb bet. I wanted to see what the county clerk's office looked like, so I dared Peter to register a marriage with me." She leaned in, eyes on me like I was the joke. "You're still getting your wedding tomorrow. The vows, the ceremony. I just borrowed your fiancé for a stamp. Don't tell me you're jealous of his buddy." Peter jumped up and pulled me in. "Babe, listen. You're the only one in my heart. It was just a joke." He pulled out the diamond ring, dropped to one knee. "I'll file for divorce first thing tomorrow. It won't mess up our noon wedding. Invites are already out. Don't make this a scene in front of my friends. Once we're married, all my money's yours, okay?" I smiled. He had no clue how any of this worked. Didn't even know divorce came with a thirty-day wait. I didn't take the ring. I pulled out my phone and blasted a group text canceling the wedding.

Twenty-eight years ago, Arthur Blackwood and Edward Hart — founders of two rival business empires — promised that one day their families would unite through marriage. Everyone assumed that meant Adrian Blackwood, Arthur’s formidable thirty-nine-year-old son and CEO of Blackwood Global, would marry Vivian Hart, the polished, camera-ready eldest daughter groomed for the role since childhood. Instead, at the engagement gala meant to formalize that match, Adrian names the Hart family’s overlooked second daughter instead: Arabella. Twenty-four, quiet, curvy, and long accustomed to standing in her sister’s shadow, Arabella has spent her life being the one nobody chooses first — not because she isn’t enough, but because she stopped performing for rooms that never made space for her. The marriage begins as a transaction neither of them fully understands. Arabella suspects she’s a strategic instrument in a plan Adrian hasn’t disclosed. Adrian, a man who has built his life around control and restraint, finds himself unsettled by a woman who wants nothing from him — no status, no performance, no permission to take up space. What unfolds is not instant passion but something slower and more dangerous: comfort. Silence that doesn’t need filling. A man who says little but shows everything in what he does — the coat draped over her shoulders before she asks, the room cleared of a magazine bearing a cruel headline before she can see it, the seat saved beside him at a table designed to make her feel like an afterthought. As Arabella begins to unlearn a lifetime of shrinking herself, and Adrian begins to unlearn a lifetime of needing nothing from anyone, their arranged marriage becomes the one place both of them are finally, quietly, seen.

Sloan Vale isn’t just a billionaire—he’s a king in a world built on whispered names, silk-bound power, and decadent sin. By day, he’s untouchable. Polished. Controlled. But by night, he rules The Crimson Order, a secret society where the elite indulge their darkest desires and make deals sealed with blood and pleasure. He’s never had a reason to break his own rules. Until her. Ivy Sinclair is a broke, brilliant art student just trying to survive. When she delivers a painting to an exclusive event, she stumbles into a hidden world she was never meant to see. Sloan’s world. The moment he lays eyes on her, he knows she doesn’t belong. Too innocent. Too pure. Too tempting. She should have run. He should have let her. But instead, he offers her a choice: walk away and forget what she saw… or surrender to him and learn just how deep the rabbit hole goes. Ivy agrees but she’s not as innocent as she seems. As Sloan draws her deeper into his dangerous orbit, he finds himself addicted to her softness, her fire, her secrets. She awakens something in him that’s been dormant far too long. Obsession. Protection. Lust. But Ivy didn’t stumble into his world by accident. She’s running from something darker. Something deadly. And when her past collides with his empire, both of them will have to decide what’s worth more: power or passion. Vengeance or love. In a world where everything comes with a price… will she be his salvation, or his ultimate ruin?

Serena Vale is a broke, overworked law student determined to prove that werewolves and humans can coexist peacefully. She fights tirelessly to expose rogue werewolves who use their powers to manipulate, harm, or kill—and to dismantle the corrupt systems that protect them. What no one knows—not even Serena—is that she is a werewolf. Orphaned young and raised by the Alpha and Luna of the Vale Pack, Serena grew up believing she was human. But when a brutal ambush leaves almost her entire pack slaughtered, the dying Alpha names her as successor. Suddenly, she’s burdened with a title she doesn’t understand, a broken pack she can't lead, and a power inside her she can’t control. Then comes Dominic Reign—a cold, calculating billionaire and the Alpha of the world’s most feared werewolf syndicate. His empire keeps the supernatural hidden from human eyes through money, silence, and blood. No one knows he’s the leader of this syndicate and only think he's a billionaire Alpha of an ordinary syndicate. When Serena’s legal crusade threatens to destabilize the fragile balance between worlds, Dominic makes her an offer: a contract marriage to merge their packs and avoid all-out war. What begins as a calculated alliance soon ignites into something neither of them expected. But Dominic’s past is drenched in secrets, and Serena is the key to a prophecy that could either save the werewolf world… or destroy it. Their union awakens a cursed bond, forged at Serena’s birth—one that defies logic, destiny, and death itself. Love was never part of the contract. But fate never asked for their permission. Together, they must face corrupt political werewolves, rebellious packs, and a growing vampire threat Before everything they are, and everything they fight for, goes up in flames.

Marina, Lexy, Khloe, Samantha, Anna, Leticia, Angela, and Jennifer are just a few of the many names on Arthur Graham's list of special friends. Who shares his bed on the last days of every month, and whom he has to thank for his lifestyle. He's a smart, sexy devil man. Manipulative, and controlling, who takes advantage of his good looks to get what he wants. Many claim that he is insatiable when it comes to sex, he is a woman's wet dream. Therefore, he is used to always getting his way, with just a smile and nice words. Morgana Wilson is a girl with a somewhat difficult childhood and a rough adolescence after her parent's divorce. She is one of the few girls who not dreams of the white dress, the veil, and the pink house with the white-painted wooden fence. For her, love not exists, because the first time she experienced it was a complete disaster. Nor does she look for it in every man she meets. In the most casual way, Arthur and Morgana meet. And although neither is attracted to the other from the first moment, because both are immersed in their own affairs, a beautiful friendship arises between them. Together they are an explosion of charisma and radiate something else, which does not go unnoticed and causes curiosity to those who observe them. Until the night, Arthur accepts that he feels something more than a strong attraction for Morgana, who repeats, over and over again, that they are just friends, that love is not in their future plans, and that much fewer want to be just another name on his list. For both of them, their lives were perfect, until their closeness turned them into LOVERS. All rights reserved: ©2303103769712

“Keira Akari, I, Alpha River Colden, banish you from the White Howlers. I never want to see you again.” The Earth felt like it was swallowing me whole. The ground had opened up and for some reason, it kept dragging me down with it and no matter how hard I tried to hold onto anything to keep me afloat, nothing could save me from drowning. A week ago, I had just found out that my best friend since I was a little girl and a man I came to love deeply, was mated with someone else. On that same day, his mate, our Luna, started to treat me like trash. She would humiliate me, call me awful names, and hurt me physically. I didn’t tell anyone. I couldn’t. I tried to take all the pain until one day, I was kicked out by her and my fellow Pack members I thought were my friends just stood and watched. And the worst part? The absolute sword into my ? Alpha River didn’t do anything to stop her either. I cried until tears could no longer be produced by my body. The heartbreak I felt was so immense that I thought I would just crumble and die at any moment. Little did I know that my whole life was just getting started because I had just found out I was with our child. His child. Alpha River Colden may have broken my whole heart, banished me from our Pack and taken everything away from me in the process, but this one, this child growing in my stomach right now, this he can’t take away from me. I won’t ever let him.

My best friend, Dominic Vale, and his girlfriend have created a couple's channel. Lately, their channel has gone viral on the Internet. I subscribe to their channel instantly. Every time they upload a new reel, I'll always watch it. But I keep having a feeling that Dominic's girlfriend, whose looks are censored in the videos, acts just like my wife, Cara Hartley. When I bring it up in front of Dominic, he punches me in the chest. "Oliver Beckett, you lovesick bastard! You see your darling wife in everyone! At this point, I'm going to get really jealous!" I just chuckle stupidly while rubbing my chest. Then, I quickly change the topic. When Cara's company goes on a field trip, I decide to drag Dominic along. Unexpectedly, something occurs during our flight back to the city. An air stewardess distributes notes to all the passengers so that we can write down our wills. With a trembling hand, I finish scribbling my note. When I glance at Dominic and Cara, I realize that they've written each other's names on their notes. Then, Cara turns on her camera, which shows both her and Dominic in the same frame. "Dominic, I'm very happy that I get to be with you during my final moments in life. Everyone, we won't be updating this channel anymore. Goodbye." But she fails to notice the way my face has gone pale outside the frame. Thankfully, the plane lands safely on the tarmac. All of us are still alive. Instead of kicking up a ruckus, I tear the note in my hands before opening the car door. "What are you still standing around for? Get in."

He is the man her father wants erased. She is the only woman who can bring him to his knees. In neon-soaked New York City, power isn’t inherited—it’s stolen. Twenty-three-year-old Ava Moretti was born into one of Manhattan’s most feared real-estate dynasties, raised to preserve its empire—not question it. Invisible, controlled, untouchable… until she slips into an illegal underground auction hidden beneath a luxury skyscraper. That’s where she meets him. Damian Kade—ruthless tech billionaire, the “Silicon King,” and her family’s greatest enemy. A man who doesn’t lose, doesn’t beg, and doesn’t spare mercy. When a violent deal spirals into chaos, Damian drags her into the shadows and kisses her—hard, commanding, forbidden—just to keep her alive. He doesn’t know she’s a Moretti. She doesn’t know he’s the man her father has spent a decade trying to destroy. What begins as a secret client arrangement quickly turns into obsession. In public, they are enemies whose names should never be spoken in the same room. In private, they are ruin—ripped silk, bruised lips, and truths neither of them were ever meant to survive. “I should walk away from you,” Damian whispers against her skin. “But I don’t believe in should.” But love in their world is never safe. When an attack on Ava’s family is traced back to Kade Industries, she’s forced into an impossible choice: expose the man she loves… or protect him and risk watching her entire bloodline burn. He is the empire her father wants destroyed. She is the key to his downfall. In a city built on betrayal and blood, love is the most dangerous crime of all. How far will you go for the one person you were never meant to survive?

Talia Graves, a fierce warrior raised within the powerful Black River Pack, was chosen by Alpha Thomas to be his Luna until he shattered everything. At a lavish pack ceremony, welcoming the Alpha home from a month-long summit. He is not alone, flanked by a stunning new she-wolf: Mira. Before the entire pack, he formally rejects Talia and names Mira his future Luna. Reeling from heartbreak and betrayal, Talia is ordered to serve as Mira’s guard and protect the future Luna with her life if needed. The final insult. But she refuses. With her younger sister Alina in tow, Talia flees, determined to protect the only family she has left. Leon, Thomas’s Beta, has sinister plans for Alina. Staying would mean surrendering her baby sister to a fate worse than exile. Branded traitors and rogues, the sisters are hunted. They brave harsh elements, feral wolves, and the pain of losing their pack. Just when hope is slipping away, rescue comes from an unlikely source: Casius, the Beta of the Obsidian Crown Pack. He offers safety—but Talia suspects his intense protection of Alina is concerning. Is it fate? Or something more dangerous? They settle, and Talia carves out a new identity on her terms. She’s offered a position as a trainer and the king's second chance mate. But her growing influence draws jealousy from rival warriors—especially Ilode, a dominant she-wolf with her sights on the King and Talia's new position. Talia doesn’t want power, but she needs it to protect Alina. Lucian sees her not as broken but as a survivor who will serve him and his pack well. Rogue attacks escalate, and Talia’s past threatens to destroy everything she’s rebuilt. She must choose: stay and fight for the future she wants or run again.

My grandmother didn't have much time left. Before she passed away, she entrusted me to my boyfriend, Hunter Jones. As we held hands with our fingers interlaced, he promised to register our marriage in front of my grandmother's sickbed. However, the day after we registered our marriage, Sarah Moore, Hunter's female colleague, posted a picture of a marriage certificate with her and Hunter's names on it. There was a caption, stating, 'I know you have no choice but to agree to marry her. But as long as I'm the person you love most, I'm satisfied with only one month.' I went to find Hunter, intending to question him about what was going on. Instead, I overheard him chatting with his friend. "I'm indebted to Audrey's grandmother. I promised her that I would take care of Audrey for the rest of my life, so I have to take responsibility for her. As for Sarah, I can die without regrets if I can be her husband for a month in this life." His friend laughed and said, "Poor Audrey White. Aren't you afraid she'll get angry and run away when she finds out that the marriage certificate you got her was fake?" Hunter fell silent for a moment. "She will never find out. I'll just tell her that there was an error in the registration system and that we need to re-register. Audrey trusts me so much. She won't suspect anything," he added. However, his plans shattered when he tried to contact me to re-register our marriage. That was because he received my wedding gift for him, along with a wish that he and Sarah would have a long and happy life instead.