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“I’m not your toy. Find someone else you can play with because that won't be me. I won't be the one to satisfy your sick desires.” “What makes you think you have a choice?” He murmured, his voice low and dangerous, sending shivers down her spine. “Because you don't go around telling people you own them and you certainly do not own me.” “Every inch of ground you step upon, I own." He closed the distance between them in one step. "And unfortunately, for you darling. Everything I want. I get.” ⋆༺ ︎︎ ༻⋆ Zeus Trojan rules Castello City's in shadows, a ruthless mafia thriving in havoc and sin where every corner bows to his command. But Saoirse, the innocent cigarette girl haunted by her parents' murder and her brother's deadly illness, is about to shatter that rule. Blackmailed to save her little brother, she vows vengeance against the man who stole her freedom—yet destroying a king demands more than revenge: it means slipping deeper into his gilded cage, unraveling his secrets, and surrendering to his darkness that will bind them in an unbreakable, intoxicating obsession. And in a game where power devours the weak, can Saoirse destroy the man who owns her the world or will their forbidden desire consume them both?

My CEO wife, Vivian Lynch, suffers from chronic insomnia and can only fall asleep with the pillow mists I make. At our seventh wedding anniversary dinner, her male best friend, Earl Cain, pours a basin of hot water onto the old cypress tree in the backyard. I rush to save the tree in tears. Earl gets on his knees and apologizes, "I'm sorry, Allen. I did not know that you use this tree's leaves to make the pillow mists." Vivian comforts him gently and orders her men to tie me to the trunk of the tree. She says with a scoff, "If this tree is so precious, then you can spend your life guarding it!" After I hurt my hands from this ordeal, the first thing I do is to demand a divorce. On one night a month later, Vivian, who is unable to sleep, goes to the backyard and sees the withered old cypress tree there.

I died beneath the Ferris wheel where Henry Cadden and Sophie Lloyd had their secret affair. Two lives were lost that day, mine and my unborn child's, but they all said it was my fate, and I deserved it. Sophie had orchestrated everything. She convinced Henry to cut our child from my body and give it to her, then stole my phone to frame me for infidelity. She also asked him not to look for me. Later, he found out the truth. The lifeless body he discovered was mine, and the child he had removed from my womb for Sophie was our own. My remains weren't even complete. He told himself it was for the best, that the child had done a good deed and would be blessed for it. But deep down, guilt consumed him. Still, in the end, he decided to marry Sophie. As my soul faded and seemed to be slipping away for good, he exposed Sophie's evil deeds at their wedding. In a final act of desperation, he dragged her and jumped down the building. She died instantly on the spot, but he didn't and went into a coma for life.

"Don't touch my things, stay at least 3 meters away from me ,and most importantly don't touch me," were the cold words that were thrown at Hadley on the night of her wedding. Isn't that ridiculous? Her husband was asking for something so outrageous but Hadley submitted to her fate because the man was not hers to begin with. Hadley Jenkins is a young girl that grew up in the countryside but her simple life turned upside down when her father who doesn't know came to drag her and asked her to be a substitute for her twin sister she didn't also know existed. She had to pretend to be her on her engagement day. Just on that day. It was just a day so she agreed. What if the initial agreement fell through and she had to also get married to her sister's fiance then? Maurice Eliot is a cold billionaire and also the successor of the Elliot group. He is cold and dominant. He had to get married to the heiress of the Gilbert but he couldn't stand women's presence because of the accident he encountered when he was young. The marriage was bound to be a rocky one. What do you think would happen between a substitute bride and a cold CEO that can't stand women? Did you think people are going to find out about Hadley's real identity?

Vad Wagner is the best IIF agent there is for over a decade. However, his work turned him into a prideful man and his heart into stone. He spent half of his life living with criminals that he developed some psychopathic tendencies. His life turned to turmoil when his body swapped with a teenage girl; Kylo a withdrawn, bullied teen. She explored a ritual that opened a door to the mythical world. Now, Vad has to deal with demons in the body of the weak teen girl. How will he be able to handle it? Will the reserved Kylo be able to handle the life and body of Vad? Will Vad’s reputation help her overcome her fears and trauma along the way? How will they come back to their original bodies? How will they take control of a life so different from their own? Join Vad and Kylo, clash it out against the supernatural and their inner battle against themselves. Disclaimer: Credits to the rightful owner of the pic used in my book cover.

Right before I hit forty, my husband hit me with: "I want a divorce." For the past ten years, I had been driving a truck outside every day to support my family, while he had been cheating on me at home. Even our child was no longer close to me. "Bad Mom! You hit Jenny! Bad Mom!" Willy cried. "I don't want Mom. I want Jenny. I wanna stay with Dad and Jenny!" Jenny. The neighbor. Single mom. Her kid and ours were tight. Ten years of grinding, running myself ragged—for two ingrates? All right! Wish your family of four a happy life! I didn't want my husband or son anymore.

In the seventh year of my marriage to Adrian Sandford, his ex, Celine Wheeler, came back. She posted: [We were young, reckless. We missed our shot. This time, I'm fighting for love.] That night, Adrian sat on the balcony, cigarette burning between his fingers, staring out till sunrise. My phone wouldn't stop buzzing either. Their friend group—everyone who saw them grow up—flooded the chat. Regret for them. Relief, too. They forgot I was still in there. Adrian had no clue how many times I replayed the years I chased him. Seven years. I'm tired.

The line between Infatuation and Obsession is called Danger. Wunmi decided to accept the job her friend is offering her as she had to help her brother with his school fees. What happens when her new boss is the same guy from her high school? The same guy who broke her heart once? ***** Wunmi is not your typical beautiful Nigerian girl. She's sometimes bold, sometimes reserved. Starting work while in final year of her university seemed to be all fun until she met with her new boss, who looked really familiar. She finally found out that he was the same guy who broke her heart before, but she couldn't still stop her self from falling. He breaks her heart again several times, but still she wants him. She herself wasn't stupid, but what can she do during this period of loving him unconditionally? Read it, It's really more than the description.

My husband insisted that I wear high heels at the company’s annual meeting despite being pregnant. He compared me to his female secretary with a look of disdain. "Can’t you learn from Lucille? She’s eight months pregnant and still comes to work in full makeup, handling her tasks efficiently. If you don’t wear them, don’t go. I’ll be embarrassed!" He even tried to give the high heels to his secretary and take her as his date. Left with no choice, I forced myself to wear them. However, on the balcony, the secretary tripped me, spilling red wine all over me. Limping, I found my husband, only for him to sneer, "Tripping on flat ground? How clumsy!" Furious and pale with anger, I turned to leave. Someone urged him to chase after me, but he only got angrier. "How bad could it be? She’s so timid—she can’t survive without me! Just wait. When the event’s over, she’ll definitely be waiting in the car to drive me home." Alas, he was wrong. I turned and went straight to the hospital for an abortion.

He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled slowly. “Celeste, you know Isabella has been sick for years.” “Yes, I know,” I said bitterly. “I know because you remind me every single day.” He ignored the edge in my voice. “She’s not getting better. The doctors said she probably has a year left.” I swallowed hard. “And how does that concern me?” “She has one last wish,” he said quietly. “She wants to get married before she dies.” He wants to divorce me and remarry me after a year, but that’s nonsense! I’m tired of this marriage. This divorce isn’t a joke to me; I’m taking it seriously.