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Louis Edward, the CEO of Phoenix Ed Corporation, learned that his wedded wife had been kidnapped by an unknown person. He rapidly recognized that the kidnapper was the same person who had previously murdered the girl he adored. Royal Edward, the mafia leader, was also informed of the disappearance of his sister-in-law, Phoebe Edward. He hurried to France right away to find a way to save his sister-in-law. Two brothers with disparate fortunes are shocked by a woman and decide to work together once more. Will Phoebe be released, or will she perish tragically, like her husband's ex-girlfriend... A tragic love story involving three people in which no one is really happy. All three appear to b

Don't you just love it when women go from men who never appreciated them to men who worships the ground they walk on? For four years, Amelia Brown's husband treated her as if she was the most worthless person on earth. But when she finally signed the papers and he discovered the true beauty, strength and power of his ex-wife, he wanted her back by all means. It might be too late because now, he would have to fight the powerful billionaire Lucas Sullivan for her. And unfortunately for him, Amelia has become the most precious thing to Lucas Sullivan.

My husband's childhood sweetheart needed surgery, and he insisted that I be the one to operate on her. I followed every medical protocol, doing everything I could to save her. However, after she was discharged, she accused me of medical malpractice and claimed I’d left her permanently disabled. I turned to my husband, hoping he’d speak up for me, but he curtly said, “I told you not to act recklessly. Now look what’s happened.” To my shock, the hospital surveillance footage also showed that I hadn’t followed the correct surgical procedure. I couldn’t defend myself. In the end, I was stabbed to death by her super-alpha husband. Even as I died, I still couldn’t understand—how did the foo

I married my Don husband, Ethan Solas, because of a family arrangement. What he didn’t know was that I’d harbored a long crush on him. He, on the other hand, had never sparked any interest in me. Today marked our third anniversary. After our usual, mechanical lovemaking, Ethan rolled onto his back, leaving me staring at the ceiling. He always treated it like a duty, nothing more. Then a sudden, intrusive voice pierced my mind: “Did Vivian reach her climax? Did I do well? Is it too soon for a second round? Am I desperate? She smells so good…I just want to devour her.” I froze, eyes turned and locked on Ethan’s bare back. Had I imagined it? Or had my icy, distant husband just confessed his wil

There are a few grammatical errors, please bear with me Emily Cole a simple bubbly, serious/fashion minded 22 year old from Seattle that stays in new York and works for one of the prestigious company in NewYork . Her family is everything to her, her mom, dad, sister not forgetting her bestie Susan .Working in the finance department as an assistant to the financial advisor. An incident occurs and she's promoted to the personal assistant for the boss. Her life becomes a roller coaster of drama as she not only falls in love with her boss, but also managed to get a few enemies What else could go wrong for Emily? Damien Richardson, an arrogant billionaire, he's got everything a man

Waking up hungover next to my arch-nemesis – the city's most notorious fuckboy? Worst. Morning. Ever. I handled the walk of shame with icy dignity, but fate had a bigger curveball: one month later, two pink lines. My baby. My rules. His involvement? Zero. My flawless plan hit a snag when morning sickness ambushed me in the office restroom. He walked in. His eyes locked onto my still-flat stomach, darkening with something dangerous. Before I could blink, he had me pinned against the cold tile wall. "Who's the father?" he growled. I met his glare with a frosty smirk. "Wouldn't you like to know? Definitely not you." Then it happened: a hot tear hit my neck. His voice cracked, raw and desperate

“You paid me to fuck you raw, Lilah. Now you’re carrying my baby… and I’m nowhere near done with you.” Lilah Moreau wanted revenge. After catching her politician fiancé balls-deep in another woman on the night of their engagement party, she did the one thing guaranteed to destroy her “perfect fiancée” image. She hired the most expensive, most sinful callboy in the city. No names. No strings. Just one night of filthy, no-limits sex. The man who showed up was pure sin — tall, tattooed, brutally dominant, and dangerously skilled. He fucked her like he owned her. He made her scream, beg, and come harder than she ever had in her life. By morning, she left ten thousand dollars on the night

On our fifth anniversary, Henry Judd—the guy who once swore he'd propose—rented out an entire mall for Cecilia Cheape's birthday. A diamond the size of a pigeon's egg sparkled on her finger. I'd been dumb enough to think it was meant for me. "Cece, I'm gonna give you a birthday you'll never forget," he announced, loud enough for the whole world to hear. Then he yanked the tab off a soda can and handed it to me. "Lulu, those gaudy things don't suit you. You deserve something unique." He slid the can tab onto my finger—his version of a proposal. Cecilia got the dream birthday. I got a piece of trash and a slap of reality. Later, when he found out I was marrying someone else, he got down

Ace was raised in a world where death and betrayal go hand in hand. How can she move forward if she's still trapped in her past? She can't trust anyone except herself and her trusty bullets. Can someone thaw her frozen heart? Or will she kill them all and it will be too late for her.

Ever since I was born, my parents bound me to a Pain Transfer System. My body was covered in scars. My older brother, Dylan Jeater, had albinism and Hydroa Vacciniforme. His condition was so severe that he could not be exposed to any light. Doctors determined that he would only live to be sixteen years old. However, Dylan had always been playful. He often snuck outside. Eventually, his body was covered in sores. My father, Robert Jeater, worked day and night to earn money. He finally bought two Pain Transfer System wristbands at a high price for Dylan and me. For six years, the pain Dylan felt from every sun exposure had been transferred to me. My mother, May Jeater, always held me gent