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They say a single moment can change your entire life. A decision taken in the heat of the moment might cause you pain, sadness, or even make you fall in love. In conclusion, you must be careful with your impulsive actions. And this is what happened to Willow and how her story began. Willow is an orphan girl who works as a cook in a restaurant; one day on her way to work she saved a little girl who keeps calling her mama. Elijah watched the scene scared as the demons of the past choked him reminding him of the time when his wife died right in front of him but then his world shook when his daughter spoke for the first time in three years. He decided to take the woman who saved his daughter back home with him but then his life changed entirely. Love, fear, self loathing and pain were the real MCs of this story where Willow and Elijah had to fight their feelings and their demons in order not to lose themselves to the pain.

“He looked at Chloe and saw nothing. She is the perfect camouflage. She is safe because she is... undesirable.” Lorenzo Moretti, the King of Sicily's underworld, trusts no one. A deep, unresolved betrayal has poisoned his heart, leaving him obsessed with control and viewing women as a liability. He met Chloe Rossi: a clumsy, unfiltered cook drowning in debt. She stumbles into his life and is hired for her invisibility. She is too messy, too chaotic, and too chubby to attract the attention of assassins or rivals. But Chloe is an accident in motion. Her nervous, unfiltered honesty cuts through Lorenzo's defenses. When a moment of rage forces him to lock them both in his office, she becomes a witness to his deepest weakness. He told her she was undesirable. He hired her for utility. Now, trapped and holding his most dangerous secret, she watches the King’s paranoia turn into an obsession he can’t fight. She is the only one who sees the broken man beneath the monster.

“Spread your legs, Cat.” His voice was cold, and left no room for argument. “Why?” “Because we’re going to fuck you until you’re crying and begging us to stop—and we won’t stop until we’re thoroughly satisfied. *** One house. Two monsters. And a bet that changed everything. I thought I could survive moving into the mansion with my new stepbrothers, Jackson and Brandon. They are breathtakingly gorgeous, dangerous, and they hate me. But I didn't realize how much I hated them back—until they trapped me in my own bedroom and made my body betray every secret I was keeping. I thought the heat between us was real. I thought the way they looked at me meant I was finally seen. I was wrong. I was just a thousand-dollar wager. A game they played to ruin my mother & kick us back to the gutter where they think we belong. They called me "easy." They called me "mid." They laughed about how I leaked for them while they planned to toss me aside. But they made one fatal mistake: they showed me their weakness.

“Cassie Vaughn. Failed to crawl into my bed, so you started stealing from my casino?” The giant screen lit up. Every inch of it was covered with my nude photos. “Holy shit. A janitor actually thought she could seduce Lucien Moretti?” “She wanted to climb the ladder so badly she started stealing dirty casino money?” I was shaking with rage. The moment I said, “Those are AI-generated,” the entire room burst into laughter. “You think Lucien Moretti would fake photos for trash like you?” The next second, Lucien slid a phone across the poker table toward me. “Thirty million dollars from my casino.” “How exactly are you planning to pay that back?” But only I knew the truth. Lucien himself had stolen that money. I had simply seen it happen. On the screen, my parents hung from chains inside a warehouse, blood covering their faces. A document titled Organ Valuation Agreement was pushed in front of me. “Sign it.” “Or your parents die.” I fought with everything I had. Still, they dragged me toward the crocodile pit. Then I opened my eyes again. I was back at the poker table. Across from me, the butcher himself lazily rolled casino chips between his fingers. And on the giant screen behind him, my AI-generated nudes were still playing. He smirked. “Still trying to seduce me?” I lowered my eyes and checked the time. Forty-three minutes remained before I would be thrown into the crocodile pit. But I smiled. Lucien Moretti. This time—we’re gambling with your life.

In the dim glow of his office, Professor Adrian Knight had his star student bent over the desk, her skirt shoved up her waist as he thrust deep and slow, his voice low growl against her ear. "Quiet, Miss Sinclair... or the whole university will hear how wet your professor makes you." By day, Juliet Sinclair is Veridian University's brilliant top student. By night, she's Luna, the most coveted pole dancer at Midnight Eclipse, stripping and grinding for cash to save her dying mother. Their forbidden hunger was never supposed to happen. But one stolen kiss shattered every rule. Now, a ruthless VIP client and Adrian's vengeful ex-wife are closing in with blackmail, leaked videos, and deadly threats. One wrong move, and Juliet loses everything, her degree, her mother's life, and the dangerously addictive man who owns her body and soul. She was his best student by day... and his most dangerous secret by night. In a world that demands they stay apart, how far will they go to stay together? SHHHH... PROFESSOR A scorching forbidden professor-student dark romance.

“Alex… I’m dying.” Amara’s trembling voice over the phone should have shaken her husband, but the renowned Dr. Alex Spencer simply replied, “Buy medicine and let me work.” The world envied their marriage to the perfect doctor, but behind closed doors, Amara carried every pain alone. Until the day she received two verdicts: brain cancer… and a divorce she signed with her own hands. She walked away, whispering, “This is the last meal I’ll ever cook for you,” leaving Alex furious and unable to accept the truth. And when he rushed into a house decorated with flowers and candles, her smiling picture greeted him instead. She was gone. He fell down, weeping like a child. But something still told him, this was all a setup. That Amara was still alive and he won’t rest until he finds her. Is Amara truly still alive? Read to find out!

After being reborn, I quietly cut all ties with my husband, Nathaniel Cole. I go to work alone. I watch movies alone. Even when I cook, I only make enough for one. All because in my last life, I had married him only to be neglected for 40 years. At the very end, he coldly pulled the oxygen tube from me, spitting out words filled with hatred. "If I had a choice, I never would've married you!" I died in pain, filled with resentment. When I open my eyes again, my mother is speaking to me and my sister. "According to the marriage agreement, one of you has to marry Nathaniel. Which one of you will it be?" I'm just about to refuse when my sister, Catherine Brown, steps forward. She shoots me a contemptuous glance and says, "Mom, I'll marry him."

BLURB: “The World owns his Image. His heart is another story”. Superstar actor Luca Moretti is Brooklyn’s Idol, flawless image, Oscar winner, and master of character creation. But when a leaked photo threatens to destroy him, his team hires struggling Journalist Daniel Reyes to write a flub piece rehabbing his image. There's Just One Problem: Daniel hates everything Luca stands for. Daniel knows celebrity profiles are bullshit PR, and Luca's Polished charm makes him want to burn the interview to the ground. But when a late-night argument turns into a kiss that shocks them both, they strike a deal: Daniel gets the raw, unfiltered Luca_ no lies, no filters for one week. What starts as a professional exchange becomes reckless: Secret trysts, Stolen moments, A Love neither can afford. Then the blackmail texts arrive: Someone knows. Someone’s watching. And if Luca doesn't end it now, both their careers will burn. But how do you walk away when the wrong person feels like home?

Three days after my father’s death, I was home, planning his funeral. A woman and a group of bodyguards stormed in. She shoved me, hard. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she screamed. "Get out of my house! Now!" I froze, stunned. A new housekeeper? Maybe my brother Liam hired her. I kept my voice calm. "This house is mine. Liam knows that. If you have a problem, take it up with him." Her face twisted into a mask of rage. Then she slapped me. "Yours?" She scoffed, looking me up and down with disgust. "This is my boyfriend Liam's house. And you look like you don't belong here. I don't know if you're the new maid or the cook, but I don't care. Get the hell out. Now." My blood ran cold. I pulled out my phone and texted my assistant. [Tell Liam to get home and handle his girlfriend. Now. Or he won't see a dime of the family money.]

The court was going to announce its verdict. My fiancee, Yvonne Quinton, told me to stop pleading not guilty and just sign the confession papers. "I know you're innocent, but Christopher's frail. I can't let him go to prison." She held my hand and cried her heart out. "This is for your own good, Shawn." I signed the confession papers. In my previous life, I refused to take the fall for Christopher Welson. In the end, I was sent to prison anyway. The furious Yvonne sent her men to torture me until I became sterile. Now I had a second chance in life. She could have her wish. The next day, the whole world found out I'd leaked top business secrets, and Christopher was the eyewitness. "Yeah, it's him! I saw him sneaking into the Leidermann Group!" The court opened its session in the afternoon, but the plaintiff, Rachel Leidermann, dropped all charges. To everyone's shock, she took out a diamond ring and asked. "Will you marry me this time around, Shawn?"