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Joan Brandon, an only daughter of her parents, was treated badly in her marriage, but forced to endure all the ill treatment for the sake of her father's business. Three years down the line, her husband presented her with a pre birthday gift — his ex girlfriend, who he introduced as his new wife. Heartbroken and shattered, Joan accepts divorce and gives in to her drunken desire, having sex with a complete stranger she met at her workplace. That single encounter changed her life forever, opening her to a world she never knew existed, and a life she never would have believed she lived in the past. *** Cursed to abhor the touch of a woman after the death of his mate, Roman Graviel, the Lycan ruler of the entire werewolf communities and a revered billionaire in the human communities, lived a long life of ruthlessness and loneliness. Already resigned to his fate, he decided to test different ways to end his miserable life. When one of his experiments successfully knocked him unconscious, he landed in the hospital where he felt the touch of life that aroused all of the feelings he thought he had killed and buried. At that moment, he knew he was never letting her go, not for anything or anyone in the world.

"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.

Five years ago, Callie ran —pregnant and terrified, with a secret that could destroy him. Now Damien Ashford, billionaire CEO and the man she once loved, is back in her life... and he has no idea he’s a father. He thinks she used him. She thinks he’s heartless. They’re both wrong. All Callie wants is to protect her son and keep her crumbling bakery. All he wants is revenge—or so he thinks. But secrets don’t stay buried forever… and neither does love.

When Frank Zelhar, my best friend’s father, taught me how to drive, he told me to sit in his lap while he instructed me. Since the road was bumpy, I kept jolting on his body, and I could sense a hot, hard thing behind me. As I moved, it poked against me. He touched me on the pretext of helping me hone my willpower. When he touched my most intimate parts, I could feel a wetness coming from within me, and I knew that things were about to get out of control.

Katerina's parents died in a horrible accident when she was 8 and the alpha of the pack she belongs to, Alpha Carter of the midnight moon pack, took her in. The alpha, his son and next in line for alpha, Ryder and Luna Jocelyn abuse and treat her as an orphan slave. She prays to the Moon Goddess everyday the on her 18th birthday she would find her mate and take her far away from the abuse and suffering. Come to find out Ryder is her mate. Will she ever escape this hell?

I was a broke, jobless, and unhappy woman until I met my new mysterious neighbor whom I mistook for a thief on the first day. There was something strange about him, a mystery I couldn't place my fingers on. I couldn't care less about who he was. He was the most annoying man I had ever met anyway. However, seeing him on my night out with my best friend and his promptness to help me caught my attention. He was more than just the new man in Woodstock. He was a man I'd fall in love with in a heartbeat. Gosh! I had just left a tumbling relationship. A man was the last thing I needed in my life, but a man like Lucas wasn't just a regular man. Then, Lucas offered me a job I couldn't deny. He offered me a job as the in-house chef. I found out Lucas' mysteriousness was because he was a popular billionaire in Boston. He didn't only have a big billionaire family, he had a scandal waiting for him up at Boston. He had a woman, Kimberly, who was carrying his child. This revelation was going to crumble my world. However, Lucas wouldn't give up without a fight. His family stood against our union while Lucas' arm surrounded me even at the expense of losing his billionaire title. We stood together as we fought the forces willing to pull us apart.

"I will divorce you as you want, but only on one condition." "We'll have to be a real couple for one month. If you can do this, then I'll divorce you afterward. Do we have a deal?" ******** Bella makes a deal with her cruel billionaire husband to sign his divorce papers if he can be an idle husband for a month. She had learned she was going to die in a month and needed her last days to be appealing. When the final day approaches, an eager Phill throws a party with his girlfriend, Isabel, to celebrate his freedom, inviting Bella to attend. But instead of her, he gets a shocking letter from her last day, sending him on his heels to find her. But it was too late. Six years later, Phill gets a picture from his bodyguard showing Bella with a son at an airport. "Sir, she's alive! And she has a son that looks almost like you." "I said stop her from leaving! I won't forgive you if she leaves. I am going there now!"

I had argued with Tiffany Jensen at the construction site over a 15-dollar BBQ plate, and the fight had spiraled out of control. Clutching my throbbing head, I watched as she stuffed the freshly cashed paycheck into her pocket. "Are you ever going to let this go? You just want me to pay for your meal, don't you? You're always complaining about headaches and dizziness. I think you're just lazy!" I wanted to tell her about the flashes of luxury that kept appearing in my mind, images I could not explain. However, the words stuck in my throat as another wave of vertigo hit me. By the time I steadied myself and caught up to her, she was already climbing into a black Rolls-Royce Cullinan. Their mocking voices drifted out through the car window. Someone said, "I thought your little 'real-life experience' would be fun, but this is it? You even argued over a meal." Another person laughed along. "Tiffany, Mr. Jensen's about to have a heart attack over this. Now that he's finally agreed to let you date Ethan Parker, just dump this loser already. Are you planning to support him for the rest of his life?" Tiffany replied without hesitation, "He's a nobody who doesn't even know who he is, and he thinks he deserves someone like me?" It turned out that after I lost my memory, I had become nothing more than a pawn in a wealthy heiress' rebellion game. I turned to leave, my heart sinking. Just then, an unknown number flashed across my phone screen. I answered without thinking. "Mr. Shaw, this is Alfred Wright, your family's butler. You've been missing for five years! Your grandfather is dying, and he wants to see you one last time." I glanced back at the car disappearing into the distance and said, "Alfred, come pick me up."

On the third anniversary of our engagement, my fiancé—Dominic Corleone, heir to one of the most powerful Mafia dynasties in New York—told me he was not ready to form a new family so that our wedding would have to postpone. I told myself to wait for some time, the bond between the Corleones and the Valentinos—our families’ sacred alliance—would hold us together. But what followed were his endless betrayals and tortures. I walked into a bridal boutique and saw him laughing with Liliane, the childhood friend who always lingered too close. I watched him destroy the wedding gown I had spent months designing—then crush my hand beneath his heel until it bled. And when I thought I had hit rock bottom, he proved I was wrong—by getting behind the wheel and running me down. He thought I’d beg and cling to him, terrified of losing the Corleone name and privilege that came with it. But instead, I made one phone call and insisted firmly on canceling the engagement. However, that call didn’t just end a marriage arrangement. It unearthed a secret that had been buried for over a decade…and turned a marriage born of duty into a story of dark devotion.

I’m a mortal priestess, but a Tartarus death curse is killing me. The only cure is a Golden Apple from Olympus, which blooms once a century to purify a soul. But my soulmate—Zale, son of Poseidon—snatched my apple away. He fed it to my sister, Melora, just to heal a minor magical burn. I abandoned my final treatments at the Temple of Apollo. Instead, I drank a vial of Lethe poison, laced with water from the Styx. It silences all pain. The price? In three days, my soul will turn to ash. No afterlife. No reincarnation. In my final three days on earth, I let everything go. I gave my Healing Temple to Melora. My parents, the high priests, smiled in relief. When Zale drew the Blade of Olympus to sever our soulmate bond, I gladly offered my heart's blood. He stroked my cheek and praised my “generosity.” As if I’d finally learned my lesson. I pushed my son, Philon, toward Melora and told him to call her “Mom.” He cheered and threw himself into her arms, crying out that her lullabies were sweeter. I gave up everything. None of them even noticed I was dying. They just looked at me proudly. "Our Kressa has finally learned her place." But I can't help wondering... when I fade into stardust forever, will they even remember me?