Genius Face

She was forced to marry Ethan Crawford after a mistaken one-night stand. Her feelings towards him are neutral as she's ready to live peacefully with him. But Ethan felt displeasure towards her because of her stepsister, Nicole. Her attempts to make their forced marriage work were futile because of Ethan's resistance. After finding out about her pregnancy, she was cornered by Nicole and forced to leave the city with her unborn child. Five years later, she returned as the CEO of a fast-rising company and a mother to a genius daughter. Then he suddenly wants her back in his life. Not just her, but her genius daughter as well.

“Just do it. Please." I begged, I was desperate and I needed to get my release. “You’ll get punished for this Valentina.” He held me in a way that I could not turn to face him, his voice was dark. "Then just punish me now, I don't mind and I won't regret it tomorrow.” I pleaded but I only heard him sigh. "I didn't want to do this.” He said in a low voice and my imagination bloomed… *** Valentina is betrayed by her husband and her best friend, she finds out their dirty plan and how oblivious she had been for the past three years of her life. Her life is ruined, she is completely destroyed and left with no other option, she seeks solace from the forbidden source, the deadly Mafia Lord. She would do anything to make them have a taste of their medicine.

My mother said I was a born beauty and was able to charm any man. She told me not to touch a man before my twentieth birthday. In the previous timeline, I listened to her, so when a wealthy heir was dosed with an aphrodisiac, I pushed him away when he tried to take me into his embrace. But the effects of the skincare routine I did transferred to my mother after my twentieth birthday. I used face masks, but my face became wrinkled and spotted. Meanwhile, my mother glowed with smooth and youthful skin. I danced, but I only became fatter while my mother became slim. Seeing how I looked like a fifty-year-old woman, my father called me a useless piece of trash and wanted to marry me off to a bald man as his second wife. I cried and begged my mother for help. But she said this was for my own good, her twenty-something face a mask of hypocrisy. I was forced to run away from home, but doing so only sped up my aging. Three days later, I died on the streets right by a trash heap. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in time to the night I met that rich heir. This time, I did not push him away but straddled him in bed.

After the tragic death of my best friend, I took her younger brother in and treated him like my own. Everyone knew how much Zach Lawson meant to me, so much so that I vowed not to marry because I could not bear leaving him. The day he turned eighteen, he got on one knee and asked me to marry him. With tears of joy streaming down my face, I took the bouquet from him, only to realize they were made of writhing snakes. Everyone laughed at my misfortune. It was an artfully crafted joke, at my expense. Thalia Lewis laced her arm through Zach's and grinned. "Sorry about that, Sydney. It was just an innocent prank. Zach is willing to do anything to make me smile!" Zach gave me a look of utter disgust. "Is this what you think of me? You're my sister! How can you even think of marrying me? This is vile! Is this the reason you took me in? Have you been secretly pining for me since the start?" My whole life had come crashing down around me. I was overcome with shock, misery, and despair, until Connor Grey showed up and asked for my hand in marriage.

He broke the bond. Now, her brothers will break his empire. Sierra Vaughn was the Steele Pack’s best-kept secret—a "wolfless" Omega who served her Alpha husband, Cameron Steele, with a quiet, devastating devotion. For three years, she endured his cold stares and the pack’s whispered insults, all for the sake of a fated match he refused to acknowledge. But the night she finally discovers she’s carrying his heirs—twins with a scent more powerful than any Alpha in history—Cameron delivers a killing blow. He demands a Severance of the Mate Bond to marry a "worthy" high-ranker, Lexi Hart. Left for dead and exiled into the winter wilderness, Cameron expects Sierra to fade into a memory. Instead, he ignites a war. Because Sierra Vaughn isn’t an Omega. She is the True Lunar Heiress of the legendary Vaughn Circle—the most ancient, lethal, and wealthy Great-Pack in the Northlands. And she has six overprotective Alpha brothers who have been waiting for the moment she finally comes home. Landon, the Real Estate Titan, who builds her a fortress. Miles, the Tech Genius, who silences Cameron’s communications. Dr. Aaron, the Healer, who vows to keep her and her pups safe at any cost. Julian, Cole, and Ryder, who use their fame and power to dismantle the Steele Pack’s reputation, brick by bloody brick. As Sierra transforms from a discarded wife into a Sovereign Queen, her scent becomes an intoxicating drug that Cameron can no longer ignore. He’s feral with regret, desperate to reclaim the mate he threw away. But Sierra is no longer a submissive wolf. She’s a Vaughn. And if Cameron wants a second chance, he’ll have to crawl through a gauntlet of ten protective Alphas just to catch a glimpse of the throne

At the awards for the Global Jewelry Design Competition, my stepsister Sandra took the grand prize. She used the designs she stole from me. What she didn’t know was the show’s biggest sponsor: Jude Moretti. Godfather of the Moretti family. A bloodthirsty monster scarred in an explosion, a man they say can never have children. And the grand prize? Becoming the Godfather’s bride. That night, Moretti’s men, all in black, delivered a gold-trimmed marriage contract. They were here for the “genius designer.” My fiancé, Marco, panicked. He whisked Sandra off to Vegas to save her. They got married that night. With the deed done, Sandra strutted back in, wearing my silk robe. She flashed the ring on her finger and the hickies all over her neck. “Marco’s mine now,” she purred. “What are you going to do, Odessa? The Godfather’s only giving you a day. If you don’t marry him, the Family will have to appease him. That means sending you to the red-light district. Selling you to the kind of sicko who gets off on broken things.” She was wrong. I had another choice. I found my father and stepmother, both scrambling to deal with the contract. “I’ll do it,” I said. “I’ll marry the Godfather.”

"You are weak, scentless, and unworthy. I, Alpha Silas, reject you as my mate." On her 18th birthday, Lyra Thorne didn’t get a celebration. She got a public execution of her heart. In the Blackwood Pack where power is law, Lyra was the anomaly—an embarrassment to her father and a liability to her pack. But the cruelest blow came from Alpha Silas, her Fated Mate. Instead of claiming her, he shattered their bond in front of everyone to marry a rival’s daughter for a political alliance. Broken, pregnant, and left for dead, Lyra fled into the Forbidden Forest. The pack assumed the weak wolfless girl had perished. They were wrong. Three years later, Blackwood is on the brink of war. Their only hope lies with **The Shadow Claws**, a legendary mercenary faction led by a ruthless, masked woman known only as 'The Viper.' She is cold, lethal, and commands respect from the most dangerous wolves in the region. When Silas meets this mysterious warrior, he is inexplicably drawn to her. But when the mask finally slips, he is forced to face his biggest regret: The weak girl he threw away is now the powerful Queen he needs to save his pack. Silas wants her back. He wants to claim what is his. But Lyra didn't return for love. She returned for justice. And she didn't come alone. She brought a little boy with eyes that mirror the Alpha's own... a secret that could either redeem Silas, or destroy his entire kingdom.

In my previous life, I was eight months pregnant when my mother-in-law and husband forcibly dragged me to grab decorative gift boxes from the Christmas tree. I told them there was nothing inside, but my mother-in-law slapped me across the face while my husband pulled me into the crowd. A stampede broke out. They clutched their gift boxes and fled to save themselves, while my child and I were trampled to death. They eagerly tore open all the gift boxes with high hopes, only to find exactly nothing, just like I'd warned them. But as I lay dying, I noticed something in the final gift box. A Black Widow spider with an hourglass pattern on its belly crawled onto my mother-in-law's hand. This spider carries deadly venom. Anyone bitten either dies or suffers permanent disability. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on Christmas Day. This time, watching my mother-in-law and husband gear up to fight over those Christmas gift boxes, I won't try to stop them!

An intern named Maxim Barker has joined the company. When he's in the middle of his self-introduction, I see a bunch of comments suddenly popping up in front of my eyes. "Holy shit, Maxim is finally here! Soon, Charmaine will be reunited with him. She'll then ditch William just to be with Maxim again!" "William, don't you dare start anything now! You'd better go along with Maxim's flow and help him get back together with Charmaine!" "That's right! If William stops the plot from progressing, he'll face dire consequences! He can only survive by relying on Maxim!" As soon as Maxim is done with his introduction, he walks over to my desk and picks up the document I'm about to hand in to my girlfriend, Charmaine Fitzpatrick, who works as a manager. "Let me pass the document to the manager." But as soon as Maxim enters Charmaine's office, he gets thrown out immediately. "Get the hell out of my office! Not everyone is allowed to enter my office, you know!"

My ex-fiancé made me do a blood test the night before our wedding. The next day, he threw the genetic report on my face and dumped me over defective genes. The reason was that the Zimmer family only wanted perfect heirs, and he said that I was not worthy. He broke off the engagement, and instantly married the girl-next-door with perfect genes. Five years later, he reappeared in the hospital, clutching his ill son. He saw my daughter who had similar rashes, and he thought I had given birth to his daughter in secrecy. Little did he know that my daughter had nothing to do with him and only had a mild seafood allergy. I would not be defined by the so-called defective genes again, while me and my daughter live happily and healthily, it was their turn to be destroyed.