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Fedora Smith was done with love. Finished. Buried. Betrayal had ripped out her heart and torched it—her boyfriend of four years and her best friend of twenty-five caught pants down on the very anniversary sheets she gifted him. And their excuses? “You’re not attractive anymore.” “You took too long to marry him.” Fine. If love was a game, she was rewriting the rules. Now, she runs The Bridal Fix, an elite agency providing fake marriages for a steep price—rent-a-bride services for men needing to fool their families, secure an inheritance, or stage the perfect breakup. Fifteen weddings, fifteen divorces—no strings, no mess. Just business. Until Judah Carlstone. He hires her like the rest—one contract, one wedding, one payday. But Judah asks too many questions. Looks at her too long. And when he smirks and says— "Tell me, Fedora… how does it feel to say ‘I do’ and not mean it?" For the first time in years, she has no answer. Because this was never supposed to feel real.

'You're mine alone...,' Leo whispered, his breath fanning my earlobes and giving me goosebumps, but I couldn't ignore the wetness between my legs as he called my name in the most sensual and commanding way, 'Lexi!!' *** Lexi Gabe is forced into going in a contract marriage with Leonardo Morano, the ruthless Don of the Morano crime family in a bid to avoid marrying Luca Morano, Leonardo's cousin and rival. As Lexi surrenders to Leo's protection, their arrangement evolves from duty to desire. But there's something else: a one night stand she's had before the marriage leads to her getting pregnant to a mysterious masked stranger. Who is this stranger? And what about Leo? How would he take this news? Will the stranger show up? Then comes... A secret.. A secret neither Leo nor Lexi could handle.. A Life-threatening Secret.

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out to get her, how does she face her fear?

On the first day of classes, my roommate gives me a crystal bracelet as a welcome gift. Without thinking, I quickly adorn it around her mother's wrist. In my past life, my roommate wanted to be a social butterfly. She was determined to have a hundred boyfriends by the time she graduated. But no matter how reckless she was, she never ended up conceiving. On the other hand, I kept getting pregnant and having countless miscarriages. But unlike her, I had never been in a relationship. The entire university mocked me, labeling me promiscuous and shameless. During my 66th miscarriage, I died on the operating table from severe bleeding. It was only after death that I realized the crystal bracelet my roommate gave me had somehow linked our wombs together. As soon as I opened my eyes, I realized I had gone back to the first day of the semester.

Dark Mafia Scene “Who laid a hand on you? Dallion's voice was low, cold, and dangerous. His dark gaze bore into her, daring her to stay silent. When she didn’t respond, the tension snapped like a whip, his voice booming through the room, “Who?” The butler, standing rigid against the wall, swallowed hard before stammering out the words, “It... it was Mr. Rivers, sir.” The atmosphere turned deadly as Dallion's jaw clenched, fury igniting in his eyes. “Bring him to me.” The butler’s eyes widened in fear. “N-now, sir? It’s... it’s late.” Dallion's hand, once braced against the wall near her head, slowly curled into a fist. His eyes never left her face, his possessiveness was palpable. Without looking at the butler, his voice dropped to a lethal calm, “Do you need a better time? Or shall I break your legs to teach you urgency?” The butler didn’t need any more encouragement. He fled the room, returning twenty minutes later with a trembling Mr. Rivers. “Dallion, my friend, what’s all this about?” Rivers began, his voice casual as if nothing was amiss. But Dallion wasn't’t here for pleasantries. His eyes slid to the knife stabbed into the apple on the table, and in one fluid motion, he yanked it free, the blade glinting in the dim light. Without a word, Dallion grabbed Rivers outstretched hand, slamming it onto the table. The sharp scream that followed echoed in the room as Dallion, with one swift movement, sliced through the man’s fingers. Blood splattered across the polished wood as Rivers screamed in agony, clutching his mutilated hand. “No one touches what belongs to me,” Dallion's voice was eerily calm, his expression devoid of any sympathy.

(BL, M2M, 18+; contain sexual content) When twenty-one year old Adrian Blackwell, the rich young master of Blackwell family, was dragged by his parents to a so-called "conversion camp", he expects endless sermon about how he's a sinner, punishments that is designed to 'fix' him, and a miserable life away from his wealthy lifestyle. However, little did he know that every gay trainee inside the camp is forced to live with a straight partner that will eventually help him to be 'normal' again. Damian Cross, a straight grumpy athlete, is partnered with Adrian who only accepted the offer because they said he'll get paid to 'torment' (not the exact word but it's what got processed in his mind) a gay man- which he doesn't mind doing at all. Day by day, the more they clash and the more they get into each other's nerve, the more the forbidden line begins to blur away. Will they resist temptation, or give in to the dangerous desire growing inside the camp's walls?

Eri Sunville, an intelligent and hardworking female who needs to earn enough for her sister's surgery. She needs any job she can get at any moment and so when she gets the job as a secretary to famous and arrogant multi billionaire, Don Jones, she finds herself having to keep up with his behavior to earn for the surgery. Don Jones, an arrogant yet strikingly handsome CEO who cares about nothing else but the success of his company and will be getting married to his fiancee who has been kept anonymous to stir up the media. --- "Why are you late?" A deep and cold voice called. I had not even noticed the man sitting on the chair in front of the table that lay close to the wall. I stared at him and my goodness, was this how handsome Don Jones was. Nobody told me he was this hot. He had well defined jawlines, a prominent nose and high cheekbones that made me wonder how on earth a man could been so damn gorgeous. He had smooth and straight black hair that fell on his forehead. I only realized I had been staring at his full and perfectly shaped black eyebrows when they furrowed to form a frown. I stared at his eyes and he held my gaze with those devilish dark blue eyes.

“Ashianna, you are the game. I can turn the table in my side. “ he said with the sweet tone of his voice. “My Father is a lawyer. You can’t hide anywhere.” I smirked, seeing him with full anger in his face.

There is an abandoned cottage in the hills. Neel and Ishita go on a trip to the hills in the hope to fix their broken marriage. They decide to stay in that cottage. But when they reach there, strange things start to happen. Ishita's behavior start to change as if she knows something more than she is saying. what is she hiding? what is the story behind the cottage in the hills?

When her twin sister Eleanor decides to run away leaving her family in a fix, the Andersons are worried that Liam might call off the date, Emelia is forced to go on the date pretending to be the well-mannered and career-oriented Eleanor. What happens when feelings start to spike and the truth is revealed about her sister's disappearance?