Give Me My Money

For one night, I belonged to him. An entire club of people in masks. No names were allowed. He demanded my submission. He satisfied my darkest desires. What was only one night turned into our obsession. I craved his commands. Needed to please him. What happens when I find out the masked man in the club is my boss and he has no plans of giving me up.

Heavily pregnant, she was kidnapped and thrown into a life-or-death gamble. Her husband paid a hundred million dollars to save his first love, while she was left to die in a raging fire. At death’s door, she finally remembered the identity of herself. Five years later, she returned—not as the obedient wife of the past, but as Elianna Carrington, the esteemed Fifth daughter of the powerful Carrington family in Bryston. Loved by her father, cherished by her brothers, adored by her son, and pursued by the elites, her life was perfect. Joseph Kensington finally realized the truth. This elegant, untouchable woman was the wife he’d been searching for all these years. Desperate, he took her to court. Elianna: Give it up, Joseph. Both sons are mine. Joseph: The kids are yours. You’re mine. Overnight, Bryston was shaken. The dominant heir to a financial empire had now fallen at her feet. To win his wife back, he risked everything—his pride, his life, his heart. Too bad his two sons were his biggest obstacles. Eldest son: Daddy, my credit card swipes faster than yours. Second son: Scumbag dad, get lost!

Judy’s fated mate rejected her to marry the Lycan Chairman - Gavin’s daughter. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he ruined her family and tried to make her his secret mistress! Judy’s response? “I’d rather sleep with your father-in-law than ever be with you!” Gavin is known for his power, wealth, and being the ultimate playboy who never sleeps with the same woman twice. But Judy’s about to break all his rules… again and again.

Two years ago, Adrian Cole thought he had it all — success, money, and the woman he loved. Until Lena Rivers walked out of his life without warning, leaving nothing behind but heartbreak. Now he’s cold, ruthless, and focused only on his empire. Love? Dead. Feelings? Buried. But one rainy night, she comes back… Terrified. Desperate. And pregnant. She says the baby is his. But her story doesn’t add up — and the fear in her eyes tells a different tale. When Adrian takes her in, strange things start happening — secret files disappearing, anonymous threats, people following them through the shadows of New York City. As the danger deepens, Adrian discovers a hidden truth tied to his late father’s biotech empire — a truth that connects directly to Lena’s pregnancy. Love brought them together once. Secrets tore them apart. Now, their survival depends on the one thing they’ve both forgotten how to do — trust. But when lies turn deadly and the past refuses to stay buried, Adrian will have to decide: Is she the woman who betrayed him… or the only one who can save him? In a world where love is dangerous and truth can kill — their hearts might be the only thing worth fighting for.

Three years after graduation, I was waiting tables at a restaurant when I happened to run into some of my old classmates having a private dinner there. The moment they saw me carrying trays, they burst out laughing. My old rival Elliot sneered that I was a useless nobody, then pulled out 50 bucks and tossed it in front of me, telling me to lick the food scraps off his shoe. "Clean my shoe, and that fifty's yours!" Even my ex-girlfriend joined in to humiliate me. "I can't believe this is what you've become three years after graduation, Chase. Good thing I dumped you when I did—I'd hate to be the girlfriend of some broke loser." Elliot and a few others pinned me to the floor, forcing me to kneel and even bark like a dog. My ex clapped her hands, laughing. "Chase, you really do look like a dog when you're on your knees." Then, the restaurant manager rushed in. The moment he saw me, his face went pale with shock. "M–Mr. Levine… are you all right, sir?" Blood dripping down my forehead, I pointed at everyone in that room. "No one leaves this room tonight."

Five years ago, I was jailed because I took the fall for my husband's crime, just to save his image and company. Yet when I returned, expecting a grand welcome from my husband , I walked into his wedding to another woman who’s also a highly celebrated Actress. I thought that was what humiliation and betrayal felt like until I was thrashed out of the wedding hall shamelessly like I meant nothing. The whole world backlashed me. Afterall I was a criminal who shouldn’t have a place with the highly profiled billionaire like my husband. The world wanted divorce and Derick gave me without a second thought. But that didn’t hurt more than him Taking my daughter away from me believing I wouldn’t fight back. Because while I was serving his supposed jail terms, Derrick ran my father’s company to bankruptcy. My only legacy. Having lost everything, I thought my life was over until the universe brought me a man whom world thought was dead. And somehow he only resurrected for one reason: To ruin Derick and he will stop at nothing.

“This isn’t right…” I whispered. But my stepbrothers grabbed me anyway, their warm hands roaming my body. “You belong to us,” Sylver said darkly. “You’re our pet. Our sub. And that won’t ever change.” ————- My mother and I have been running for three years—from Eryndor Blackshade, the vampire cult leader obsessed with owning me. Just when he finds us again, my mother makes a desperate move: she marries King Reid Thornevale, the most powerful Lycan in the Blood Hollow Pack. But Reid comes with a dangerous secret—triplet hybrid sons, born of vampire and werewolf blood. They’re ruthless, cursed… and now, my stepbrothers. From the moment Sylver, Cassian, and Rylan Thornevale lay eyes on me, something ancient stirs—twisted, forbidden, and hungry. A fire that scorches morality and melts all reason. Our connection isn’t just wrong. It’s deadly. Because the Thornevale bloodline is cursed—descendants of Elder Varek, the first vampire–werewolf hybrid, sealed away centuries ago. The curse awakens under every Red Moon, turning them into monsters driven by bloodlust and desire. Now I’m caught in the middle. Between a cult that wants to sacrifice me… And stepbrothers who want to claim me. And I don’t know which fate will destroy me first.

Despite me being three months pregnant, my husband asked me to jump into the water to help his first love look for her necklace. I teared up and begged my husband not to make me do this . Yet his friends all criticized me. “He’s just asking you to jump into the water. You’re the only one who can swim here. Nothing will go wrong if you’re only in for a little while.” “Minerva, that’s the memento Violet’s mother left for her.” I tried to keep fighting against it and grabbed the hem of Shaun’s shirt. But he shoved me into the sea. I struggled against the water as I hoped to see any hint of pity in Shaun’s eyes. Yet he said, “Minerva, you’re an excellent swimmer. You’ll be fine.”

My fiancé was drugged at a party and spent the night tangled up with Isabelle Parson, the housekeeper's daughter. Afterward, Isabelle turned up pregnant, and Adrian tore up our engagement right there at our engagement party. "Leah, Isabelle is carrying my child. I have to marry her. I know you still love me. After I marry Isabelle, you can keep being my lover." I agreed to break off the engagement on the spot, then turned around and married Gordon—the man I'd once refused in a family alliance. At my wedding, Adrian stood before the guests and mocked me with an icy smile. "So this is what you've sunk to without me—marrying a pauper on the verge of bankruptcy. I'm the richest man in Jeffolton City. All you have to do is beg, and I'll let you come back to me." I looked at him with a thin, distant smile. He still didn't know—whoever I marry would become the richest man in Jeffolton City.

In the third year after my death, the one who remained faithfully by my wife's side was still the bionic robot I had painstakingly designed. It looked exactly like me and carried within it every detail of my mannerisms, speech, and habits. The only difference was that it never lost its temper with her. Because of that, my wife never sensed anything amiss. Yet each night, she brought home a different man, deliberately testing "me," desperate to see the wild jealousy and rage I once wore so vividly. Then, one day, her childhood sweetheart and first love, shoved "me" off the balcony. It was only then, in her horror, that my wife realized… "I" didn't bleed.