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The third year after I got diagnosed with intermittent amnesia, I happened to overhear my husband, Lucien Rook, chatting with his friends. “Lucien, Anneliese loses her memories every couple of months, and you keep making us impersonate you to live with her. Aren’t you afraid that one of us might take it all the way one day?” “What’s there to be afraid of?” Lucien laughed uninhibitedly, swishing the alcohol in his glass. “Annie is cold and distant. As long as you guys don’t tempt her, she won’t have any such desires. “But I’m warning you now. You can act all you want, but you can’t ever sleep with her. Once I’ve had my fun, I will be going home to her.” For three years, every time I lost my memories, Lucien was not the one who would hold my hand and embrace me, or even sleep with me in the same bed. In three years, I had lost my memories nine times, and nine men had pretended to be my husband. What they did not know was that my amnesia had been cured two years ago.

Sold to the most ruthless mafia boss to settle her father’s debts, she learned to survive by playing the perfect, obedient wife. But beneath her submissive facade, she waited for the right moment to escape—to reunite with the one she truly loved. The night finally came. With her husband drugged and asleep, freedom was within reach. Yet, just as she thought she had won, he found her. His touch was deceptively gentle, his grip unyielding. With a chilling whisper, he shattered her hopes: "Did you really think you could leave me?"

Tiarra Shane has never felt happiness since she was a child. Yes, they live a prosperous life, she gets what she wants, and she never has a problem with anything — she has nothing more to ask for, as others have stated. But, unbeknownst to everyone, she didn't need material things to be happy. She only needed her father and twin to accept and love her. She had the impression that his father and Reina Margaux, her twin, were not treated equally from the start. Their father treats them differently in terms of toys, clothes, and love. Because they held her responsible for their mother's death. She does everything they want, anything that pleases them, but she receives nothing but pain. How can she be happy if the only thing that will make her happy is the same thing that is causing her pain? How long will she have to pay for a sin she never committed? Her ultimate goal in life is to find the happiness she craves. But when will she be able to experience happiness in her lifetime?

I'm seven months along with my second pregnancy when a truck almost hits me. My husband threatens the doctor like a maniac. "I'll make all of you retire prematurely if anything goes wrong with my wife!" Before I enter the operating theater, I can't help thinking he's being too anxious. The truck merely brushed past me and made me fall. He doesn't need to be so panicked. However, when I open my eyes again, I find that my belly is flat. I crawl out of bed in a panic and head to the door, where I overhear Lucian Jacobe talking to the doctor. "Mrs. Jacobe wasn't in a major accident, sir. The child could've been saved. Why did you insist on aborting it? It was a baby boy, too." "Jenny will cry if she finds out about me having children with another woman. How can I bear to see her upset? It's not my first time doing something like this, anyway."

“She loves you,” they said at the same time. Neither one spoke after, each deep in thoughts on how to approach the subject. He didn’t want to give her up, but it was evident that she felt the same way towards his rival, though she might not have realized it yet. He saw it in the manner she spoke to him – how her voice rose to a slightly higher pitch and how her lashes fluttered prettily as he charmed her. He wanted her for himself, but he also wanted her to be happy. Unless she opened up to them, he’d remain in doubt of who could make her happier. One thing for sure, he hoped it was him. And perhaps a small part of him, was alright if she chose… them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The story follows the tribulations of Emma Dheros, a young single mother, contending with the adversities of normal human life and the supernatural forces fighting for her and against each other.

Maya Collins, a struggling art major picking up shifts in Estonia for the holidays, thought her night couldn’t get any darker after a masked stranger at the strip club slid a fat envelope across the table. ALL HE WANTS is a night with her. A COLD REFUSAL TURNS INSTANTLY TO REGRET Then came the call that shattered her world: her best friend, Kate Harlow, had just had a catastrophic accident—a DIFFICULT MISSION FOR MAYA: one hundred thousand dollars. Money Maya doesn’t have, BUT desperation drove her to the devil himself. His name is Aleksandr Harrington, a well-known Estonian war criminal. Though he masks his identity to avoid the law, his plan for revenge is well on the way; all Aleksandr has to do is lie low and let it play out. But then an unprecedented miscalculation has disrupted his plans, and her name is MAYA. He knew he recognised her somewhere—somewhere from his past. SOMEWHERE IN NEW YORK. Worst of all, this evil man, Maya, can't stand being related to a long-time crush, art lover, and philanthropist, KEVIN CARTER. She’s now locked in a deadly game between two rival brothers. Maya faces a cruel bargain: she must decide which of the brothers is worthy of her PRICELESS BLOODLINE, who will father the heir to the Harrington empire. A cold deal, one heir for one hundred thousand dollars, or Kate dies. A DEADLY MISHAP: Marooned on a private island with the man she both fears and desires, Maya must wrestle with her pride FOR HER BODY or risk Kate’s survival. Because in this dangerous game, passion could be her only salvation.

Amy's life had to change after Oliver, the vampire king, bought her in a girl auction organized by her father. Amy became enslaved in Oliver's pack because she refused to have her blood sucked. Oliver's cold attitude made Amy fall in love with him. Their relationship blossomed, but one obstacle after another came and was challenging to overcome.

“Miss Green, the results show that you have late-stage pancreatic cancer. The situation isn’t good for you. If you give up on treatment, you might have less than a month left. Are you sure you don’t want to receive treatment? Will your husband agree to it?” “I’m sure that… he will.” After I hung up, I surveyed the empty house and felt sadness fill every fiber of my heart. I had thought that the pain I felt was due to my dear old friend, gastritis, but it was cancer. I sighed and looked at the picture on the table. The eighteen-year-old Zach Stone stared at me in the photo. It had been years since, but I still remembered how the snow had fallen on my hair. At that time, Zach had smiled and asked whether this counted as us growing old together.

Luna struggles against a powerful tycoon whose pursuit crosses into threats and coercion. Yet each time he touches her, her body responds against her will. Torn between longing and rebellion, she faces an agonizing question: does she truly despise him… or is she drawn to the very control she swears to reject?

"Alexia, don't take any of the company's holiday bonus boxes. You're not one of us—there's nothing for you." My manager, Kevin Davis, delivered the notice coldly, as if he were commenting on the weather—routine, impersonal. My hand stilled on the mouse. "The rest of you, come with me. We're heading to the company gala to collect your million-dollar bonuses!" My colleagues filed out in high spirits. I watched their retreating backs and answered with a bitter, "Okay." I was a contract worker. For seven years, I had always been the odd one out in the department. Our ID badges said it all—blue for full-time employees, gray for me. Time off was no different. Full-time employees had weekends; I got one day off a month. As for pay and benefits, they enjoyed meal allowances, housing subsidies, team outings, afternoon snacks, holiday gifts, year-end bonuses… I received a fixed salary of three thousand dollars a month. I sat down, opened my computer, and returned to the candlestick charts of my stocks. They didn't know that I was the company's largest anonymous individual shareholder. And they certainly didn't know that tonight, at the company gala, I would step onto the stage as the new Chairman—and my very first proposal would be to lay off their entire department.