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My husband had a heart attack on his way to work and died. All I could see was his body when I rushed to the hospital. I was heartbroken and bedridden. When I was about to die, I saw on the news that he won a lottery ticket worth 300 million dollars. My bestie cashed the prize money with him. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day when my husband faked his death. But I wanted to make his death real this time! “Are you from the funeral home? My husband is dead. We need to plan a cremation for him right away!”

The corner of my eye noticed someone sitting on the first bench. He looked at me and stared at my ring, then shook his head. Oh my God, is this a bad sign? "Just throw away the ring because it will cause disaster in your household. You will die and come back to life because of that man's love." *** Hard romance|dramatic|betrayal

Seraphina Vale thought her marriage was perfect until the late nights, secret calls, and another woman’s name on her husband’s phone shattered everything she believed in. When Adrian Vale agrees to a divorce without a fight, Seraphina walks away determined to rebuild her life and never look back. But while she slowly heals, Adrian begins to realize the devastating mistake he made. Years later, fate brings them together again for one reckless night that changes everything. A hidden child, buried truths, and unresolved feelings force the former couple back into each other’s lives just as Seraphina begins finding happiness with someone else. Now Adrian must face the consequences of losing the only woman he ever truly loved… while Seraphina learns that sometimes moving on is the only way to survive.

Jessica, a kind- hearted 25 year old drowning in poverty and personal trauma, never imagined she's end up married to one of the most feared billionaires in the city. Romeo Blackwood, a cold, ruthless CEO known for crushing rivals without mercy. When Romeo offers her a one year contract marriage to help him defeat his business rival and protect his empire, Jessica has no choice but to accept. The terms are clear: No love. No intimacy. Just appearance. Break the rules, and she'll face the consequences. But as the days pass, walls begin to crumble. Romeo, hiding a devastating secret- a terminal illness finds unexpected comfort in Jessica's warmth. And Jessica, still hauted by past trauma, begins to trust the man she once feared. What starts as a fake union slowly becomes something dangerously real.... but can love bloom under the weight of lies, secrets, and a ticking clock?

On my birthday, one of my husband’s subordinates leaned close to him and whispered in Russian, “Sasha has a surprise prepared for you tonight.” My husband smiled at me as he finished cutting my cake. Then, in the same language, he replied, “She has quite a few tricks in bed. I’ll see her later. “Just don’t let Madam find out, or I’m afraid I’ll get thrown out.” Everyone around laughed and assured keep it quiet. None of them knew that I’d been fluent in multiple languages since I was a child. What they also didn’t know was that I’d found the hidden phone he kept in the false drawer, where all the filthy videos of him and Sasha were saved. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I contacted a few remaining connections in the Vegas and had them prepare a new identity for me. In three days, Claire Vega would no longer exist, and he would never have me again.

Jeneta Arinze thought she knew what love was until her husband offered her to another man. When Nonso’s career is on the brink of collapse, he makes a desperate deal with his billionaire boss, Jinhai Maynard, a man known for his wealth, power, and wicked appetites. One month. One offer. One price. Cornered and heartbroken, Jeneta agrees. But what begins as a night of sacrifice turns into something far more dangerous. Jinhai doesn’t just want her body, he wants control. Her submission. Her every breath. Now, Jinhai Maynard is offering her more than money. He’s offering the life she’s always dreamed of… with a taste of pleasure she can’t forget. But Jeneta soon realises the most seductive man she’s ever known might also be the most dangerous. And, now one month is the start of her ruin.

Sophia Harvey has spent fifteen years waiting for the boy who promised her the world. But the boy she loved is gone. In his place stands Lucian Grey, a cold, powerful Alpha billionaire who looks at her with nothing but pure, burning hatred. To him, she isn't a gift from the Moon Goddess. She is a curse, a living reminder of a blood feud that destroyed his family. When the mating bond finally snaps into place, it isn't a dream come true. It's a nightmare. Lucian doesn't want her heart, he wants to break her pride. He uses his wealth to strip her of her home, forcing her into his world just to watch her suffer. Between his freezing indifference and his sudden, terrifying bursts of possessiveness, Sophia is drowning. She's tired of begging for a love that isn't there. She's tired of being the only one fighting for a bond that feels like a prison. Now, she’s ready to do the unthinkable. She’s walking away. But as the countdown begins, the air between them thickens with a raw, dangerous tension. Is it hate, or is there a fire buried beneath the ice? The clock is ticking. They have exactly sixty days left before the mating bond is called off forever. Two months to survive each other. Two months to find out if they are truly fated, or if they were always meant to be enemies.

After Father's death, everything falls apart. My stepmother seizes the inheritance and leaves us with nothing. Just when I think we can finally breathe, fate hits us harder—Dongju's accident leaves him clinging to life. With hospital bills piling up, despair becomes my only currency. Then, the President Director makes an offer I can't refuse: money for Dongju's treatment, in exchange for marrying his son, Byun Baekhoon—a man whispered to be gay, and heir to one of the most powerful conglomerates in the country. I sign the contract with trembling hands, thinking it's just a business deal. But Baekhoon isn't who I expected. Behind his cold eyes and calculated words, he hides something darker—something dangerous. And the more I try to survive this marriage, the more it feels like I'm burying myself alive.

At sixty-five, I got served divorce papers. The same day, my husband Sebastian — decked out in his wedding suit, of all things — popped a handful of sleeping pills in a suicide attempt. For years, we were the perfect couple. The kind of pair neighbors whispered about with envy. I couldn't wrap my head around it. The divorce. The pills. None of it made sense. Not until I found the photo and letter in his pocket.

Shortly after we said "I do," the Family sent my husband, Dario, down to the Mexican border. He told me it was a meat grinder down there—cartel territory. where guys were zipped into body bags every day. He said he had to go—to expand the territory, for the glory of the Family. He claimed it was too dangerous and that his enemies would paint a target on my back, so he wouldn't take me with him. I believed him. I stayed behind in his old, rot-infested house in New Jersey, taking care of his bitter, spiteful parents. I spent my days and nights in the Family's moldy laundromat, washing bills stained with blood. He told me he sent every dime he made down there to the widow of a brother who took a bullet for him. He asked me to be understanding. I never complained. Day after day, I pressed expensive suits in that humid laundromat, waiting for him to come home. It wasn't until the eighth year that a mobster came back drunk. When I asked about Dario, he froze, then sneered at me through a haze of alcohol. "Dario? Are you kidding? He’s been a King in Manhattan for years. He’s the youngest Underboss of the Corleone family." I stood frozen, the iron in my hand burning a hole right through a shirt. "And he got married seven years ago. Biggest cathedral in New Jersey. Half the mob was there to toast the groom..." He pulled a crumpled photo from his leather jacket. Snuggled up against my husband was a woman in a high-end couture gown—the very same "poor, widowed sister-in-law" he had told me about. The next day, I contacted a fixer who specialized in fake IDs. On the application for a one-way ticket to Europe—a ticket to vanish off the face of the earth—I filled in the fake name I had prepared long ago. He trapped me for seven years with a sham marriage. From now on, I’d be done with this damn loyalty.