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I lived in this world full of lies and shit. And those people who know nothing but to judge me. They were busy talking about other people's shits and not minding their own life. Who are they? Did they give me money to feed me and my son? I am not a criminal to treat them like this. They don’t even know me and my story, but the way they looked at me, it was like they have known me for years. Their eyes send daggers at me whenever they see me passing by across the street. Their scrutinizing looks made me feel like I’m just an insect that they wanted me to get rid of. What did I do to them to treat me like I killed someone? Am I a bad person? I was just trying to give my son a good life. I know it may be dirty in their eyes, but at least I did not beg and ask for money from them. I've been living in this unfortunate world since I got fooled by love. And to keep my son, I need to work in this kind of profession. Yes, I worked in a place that they thought was the dirtiest job… But I am still proud that I am Felicity "Happy" Mondragon, and will do my best to give my child everything he needs. Find out why a loving and optimistic woman turned out to be a stripper. Will she find someone who could give her way out of that cruel world?

“I don’t f*ck virgins, red.” *** When feisty Eleanor, accidentally stumbles on an arrogant infuriating billionaire Liam James, he's instantly captivated by her. However, on first meeting, he treats her like a piece of dirt. Flaunting his money on her face. Falling for him would be the death of her. But how long can she resist?

Emilia Blanche, 25 years old. Worked as a Quality Engineer in GoKaria Technology Inc. One day, she was given a celebratory gift and a three-day vacation and went to the place she planned to go during her college days. She never knew her alcohol meter so she decided to drink until she could. Upon returning to her rented room in a hotel, she felt dizzy but still could remember her room number which is 809 but she entered room 806. Many things happened and she discovered that she was six weeks pregnant. Will she be able to know who her child’s father is? How will she be able to handle her situation? What will her parent's reaction be?

She lost her memory. He lost his chance. Now she's his greatest regret—and someone else’s everything. Naomi Swift gave Kael Rhodes everything—her love, her loyalty, even her name. He gave her cold stares, divorce papers… and walked away. But fate has a twisted sense of humor. After a car crash, Naomi forgets the betrayal—and the face she sees, Atlas Knox, her childhood crush, feels like home. Atlas plays along. This time, he won’t let her slip away. As Naomi rebuilds her life with Atlas, Kael watches the woman he discarded rise higher than ever—stronger, freer, and completely out of his reach. But secrets have sharp edges. And when the truth begins to surface, Naomi must choose between the love she thinks is real… and the one that truly is. A love once lost. A heart reborn. A revenge served beautifully cold.

This book is not your usual romance novel, it's a steamy dark romance novel which contains Mature contents, strictly R18+ Ivana Davies was transferred to NYC two weeks after getting her dream job of becoming the private secretary to the second son of the richest and most influential family in Russia. "The Gilbert group of company" a multi-billion dollar financial and software empire, after catching her boss exchanging body heat with his receptionist. Much to her disbelief, Ivana was asked to work as the permanent secretary to The Gilbert first son, Davin Gilbert who wanted nothing to do with his father or the family business. When those pairs of dark eyes landed on her, on the first day working for Davin Gilbert, will Ivana and Davin be able to resist the sparks and longing they have for each other as they both work closely in his company?

The day I gave birth, so did Lily Jasper—the underprivileged student I had been sponsoring. But her baby didn’t survive. Afterward, my husband, Carter Scott, insisted on making Lily my son’s godmother. From that moment on, she was everywhere—always butting into my parenting. Whether I was disciplining my son or buying him clothes, Lily never missed a chance to chime in with her opinions. Years later, when my son took his college entrance exams, I helped him choose a major that matched his scores. But Lily pushed hard for him to apply to Merika State or Haven State University instead. In the end, he listened to me and got into a suitable college. Then his acceptance letter came. And everything fell apart. That day, he caused a car accident. My accident. He stepped out of the car, walked over, and kicked me a few times as I lay helpless on the ground. His face was full of disgust as he spat, “You actually thought you were my mom?” His voice was cold. “You’ve made my real mom cry over and over because of you. “You were never family. My real parents and I—we’re family. You? You were just in the way. “But it's over now. Finally...” He smiled cruelly. “We can be together—the real family.” And in that moment, I finally understood. Lily didn’t lose her baby that day. She killed my newborn son and swapped him with hers. Everything went dark. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the day I gave birth.

My husband's childhood sweetheart was diagnosed with a terminal illness. To fulfill her last wishes and let her experience the warmth of family, my husband, Aaron Turner, gave her my necklace. He even let her claim my birthday. Even our son started calling her "Mom" in private. He told me, "Chrishell, Sylvia is dying. Just give in to her, will you?" Whenever I asked him to spare even a little time and affection for me, our son, Lucas, would rush to speak on their behalf. "Mom, didn't you always teach me to be generous? Sylvia is dying. Why do you always make things difficult for her?" Over time, I stopped asking for anything at all. Then one night, I overheard my son speaking to his father after returning from the hospital. "Sylvia is so gentle and graceful. I wish Mom could be more like her." Aaron chuckled and affectionately brushed his hand over our son's hair. "Your mom may be a little strict, but it's all for your own good. Since you like Sylvia so much, how about we let her be your godmother?" So even the child I risked my life to bring into this world didn't like me. I lowered my gaze, quietly closed the bedroom door, and pretended none of it had happened. Since they were both filled with such regret, I'd leave quietly and give them what they wanted.

Roselyn found herself on a yacht in the middle of nowhere. She was on the verge of figuring out how she had gotten there when she realized that this yacht was filled with men with guns. And when she was requested to be seen by the 'boss', she wasted no time in accusing him of kidnapping her. "Who exactly are you to accuse me of kidnapping you? If you know you're not hungry and would like to ask very silly questions, you can take your leave. I'll ask Gato to return you to the room where you were held. " The boss, Alexander replied furiously. What bullshit! Like hell was Roselyn was going to believe that but she kept her annoyance in. But when the memories kept flashing through her eyes bit by bit, she realized Alex had been saying the truth all along. Being trapped on a yacht with a very sexy, caring and handsome man was not helping Roselyn's emotional state of mind. And when he finally housed her, protected her, and showed her love in beautiful forms before he confessed his love to her after she had found out the type of business he engaged in, Roselyn found it so hard to make a decision. Should she run away from him or should she embrace him with all that she had?

Moriah was one of the most prestigious psychiatrists in the country, until the king of the underworld, stepped his eyes on her. Her life stopped being perfect, having visions and hearing voices. After successfully treating what she believed to be mental illness, the real challenge came when Armaloth himself took her in broad daylight. Pain and suffering is the only thing that awaits you in the kingdom of the god of the underworld. Envy and jealousy surround the king's court, along with legendary creatures with ancient powers. Moriah has to survive in her new life and accept that the King will never let her go. Moriah believes that her suffering will have no end. Life in the Underworld is slowly her. All her hopes and will to live are fading away. Nothing matters but to fulfil her destiny. The fight between heaven and can break out at any moment. Armaloth will do whatever it takes to make the prophecy come true, and not even the god above himself will stand in his way. WARNING: Be aware. Expect violence, , and gore in some chapters.

“I don't want any trouble, Easton.” She breathed. But he only stepped closer, running his fingers on her cheeks slowly as a smirk stretched the side of his mouth, “Well, that's too damn bad because I want to see you in trouble. I want to see you in pain until you're nothing but a shell in a body.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she held back a sob, her throat was dry as she asked the question that was burning in her chest, “Do you hate me that much?” Seeing her tears made something in him shift but he quickly recovered. He took a few steps back and tucked his hands in his pockets before finding her gaze again, “That would make me too kind. What I feel for you isn't hate, Scarlet. It's deeper than that, but most importantly, I want to make you pay for ruining my life and taking my brother from me.” ……….. They say opposites attract, and for them, it was love at first sight. But love wasn’t enough to keep them together when fate tore them apart. She left him, convinced it was the only way to protect him. He believed she abandoned him out of cold-heartedness, and love for money. Blaming her for his brother’s tragic accident. For five long years, he’s harbored a fierce bitterness, a desire for revenge so intense it’s reshaped him, hardening his heart to ice. Now she’s back—stronger, wiser, but still haunted by the shadows of their past. And he’s waiting, ready to make her pay for what he believes she stole from him. She takes his anger, thinking it’s because she left, unaware of the deeper wound that fuels his wrath. But what happens when the truth finally comes out?