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When I drink the amber-colored poisonous wine, I can hear the joyful melody of a toast song coming from the manor. The wedding between Emanuela Romano and my ex-fiance, Benedetto Martini, is being held there right now. The elderly butler, Vincenzo Romano, puts away the wine glass with a blank expression. The way he speaks is as somber as one sounds when they give a speech at a funeral. "You know the Don's will very well, Ms. Andreotti. Five years are officially up, yet neither Mr. Andreotti, Mr. Martini, nor Dr. Foscari is willing to pledge their loyalty to you via the blood vow. According to the rules, you must take your own life within seven days. "The Don had left the Ashwine to you as a means of protecting… what little pride you have." Scorching pain begins spreading from my throat. I just smile at Vincenzo in return. Pride? Does a bastard spawn of a loose Iernian woman deserve to retain pride of any sort in the cruel Andreotti family? I begin making my way toward the banquet hall, which is brightly lit. As I walk past the shimmering waters of the pond in the family garden, I can tell that the waters are insanely cold. Then again, nothing is as cold as my icy heart right now. After taking a deep breath, I fall face-first into the pond… only to feel an iron-clad grip wrenching me backward. As such, I collapse onto the lawn heavily. My older brother, Alessandro Andreotti, has bits of grass covering his expensive suit. Disgust is written all over his handsome face. "Eva!" he grits out through his teeth, his voice lowered. "Must you spoil the mood on Emanuela's big day?" He then scoots closer to me, his alcohol-tinged breath fanning over my face. "You want to die, huh? Go ahead and do that, but can you die somewhere further? Don't stain the Andreotti land!" Alessandro turns to walk in the direction of the radiant lights, leaving me on the lawn, completely covered in mud. I can feel the countdown of my lifespan burning my insides. Seven days… I only have seven days to live. Meanwhile, my very own brother wants me to die somewhere further away.

I met Oleg in junior school, and we clicked right away. Despite our fathers being rival mafia bosses, we never fell apart. But my feelings for Oleg changed with age. I felt frightened because I was torn between the comforts of friendship and the thrill of something more. My dad was very homophobic, so it was even more difficult to express how I felt. I was faced with wanting to be truthful but endangering our families’ fragile peace So, my feelings stayed hidden, and I was just happy to be with Oleg. Yet I couldn’t help but hope that Oleg would feel the same. Perhaps he was too scared to say anything. That hint of hope was what gave me the courage to take action. And I did but things went terribly wrong. our worlds collided and exploded. It left us with nothing but hatred and resentment between our families. If I could turn back time, I would be content with the friendship we once shared, not the hurt and anger which we now have. We parted ways with hatred in our hearts,a wound that never healed,years later,our path crossed again......

All her life, Melanie crown has only known luxury: expensive vacation, limited edition dresses, luxury bags, to-die-for shoes...everything she has ever wanted has been granted to her by her billionaire father who trembles at the sight of his precious daughter's sad face. Things however take a turn for the spoiled billionaire princess when she got into an accident and switched bodies with Ava Smith, a kind hearted orphan who has spent most of her life struggling to make ends meet with her husband Ian and her little son Eli. What would happen when this two ladies switch lives? would Ava be able to survive the crazy life that Melanie Crown lives? would she escape the impending death that had been prepared for the former Melanie? How would the spoiled billionaire princess survive a life of utter poverty? would she feet perfectly into the humble Ava's shoes? read to find out!

It all began with a single post about canceling a food delivery order. Overnight, I became the internet's punching bag. Thousands of vicious messages flooded my inbox, filled with photoshopped memorials urging me to die. They doxxed my family, plastered my personal details across shady websites, and used AI to create obscene images of me, spreading them in vile chat groups. They spread lies about my income, claiming it came from illicit sources, and accused me of carrying diseases. I didn't call the police or block the messages. Instead, I read every hateful word before singling out the 100 worst offenders. Every day, I sent each one a luxurious meal: Boston lobster, Australian wagyu, the works. Each delivery came with a simple note: [Thank you for your hard work.]

Christina Black, a wolfless omega at the bottom of her pack’s hierarchy, discovers she’s the true mate of Alpha Kael Moore only to be publicly rejected and replaced by Caitlin Pierce, the ambitious daughter of a rival alpha. When Christina is falsely accused of treason and buried alive on Caitlin’s orders, she awakens with Kyros, an ancient alpha wolf seeking vengeance for his murdered master. Years later, Christina returns as the powerful Beta of Ebonridge Pack, no longer the broken omega Kael discarded. At a royal summit, their paths collide again but Riverstone is cursed, its wolves silenced by an unexplained plague. The only cure: justice for the injustice committed against Christina. Forced to make her his co-alpha or watch his pack die, Kael surrenders his throne. But as Christina rules beside the mate who betrayed her, old feelings resurface alongside new dangers. When a deadly attack, kidnapping, and Caitlin’s final revenge threaten everything, Christina must choose between the past that buried her and the future she’s fought to claim all while discovering that some bonds are too ancient to break, even by death. A dark tale of betrayal, transformation, and the razor-thin line between vengeance and forgiveness.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I have a case of acute pancreatitis. I head to the hospital, but the doctors there refuse to treat me. Why? Because my husband is a doctor in the emergency room, and he's instructed everyone not to treat me. In my past life, he would show up with a single phone call. But, after his true love dies in an accident, he pushes the blame on me. On my mother's birthday, he poisons my whole family and repeatedly stabs me with a scalpel. "Does it hurt? Jackie was in much more pain before her death. If not for you, she wouldn't have gone out in my place. You killed her, so I'm making you and your family die for her!" When I open my eyes, I'm back to the day when I get acute pancreatitis after drinking the bar dry for his sake. This time, he runs to Jackie Morse without hesitation. He thinks he's made the right choice, but he later comes to me and grovels at my feet, begging me to take him back.

A week before summer break, my boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart threw a fit, insisting on going to Tanond to watch a strip show. She even convinced our entire class to go with them. I kept warning them that it was not safe, that it could be some kind of new scam, and begged them not to go. When they refused to listen, I secretly reported it to the police. On the day of their departure, the police stopped them right at customs. A few days later, a male stripper suddenly went viral overnight. When she found out about it, she got so furious her eyes turned red. “It’s all Zoey’s fault! If it weren’t for her, we could’ve seen an international superstar's strip show!” On the first day we went back to school, they drugged me and made ten men teach me how to dance. “Didn’t you stop us from watching a strip show? Then you can perform one for us yourself.” The next day, my photos of strip show were all over social media. After that, I jumped off a building out of despair. When I opened my eyes again, it was once again the day his little sweetheart demanded that trip to Tanond.

The Alpha King pins Everleigh to the ground, declaring that she will be his new bride. But she can never marry him - if he ever found out her secret, that she KNOWS his son Auden and is the mother of secret twins, the King will kill her instantly. Desperate, Everleigh runs away in the night. Can Prince Auden catch Everleigh and bring her back to the palace to meet her fate and marry the King? Who will be the first to figure out that Auden has more in common with Everleigh's secret twins than he originally suspected?

Kaia Kennedy has always dreamed of meeting Mr. Right. A hopeless romantic at heart, she dreams of falling in love with a nice man, getting married, and having a perfect family. The problem is, she always ended up with men who are anything but nice. Eton Domino, a renowned billionaire who has a grudge against her father, is certainly not Mr. Right. Cold, manipulative, and ruthless, he’s not a nice man and he doesn’t pretend to be. Kaia is fully aware that Eton is all wrong for her. Her attraction to the man is just some sort of Stockholm syndrome. Because she can't possibly have feelings for the guy who kidnapped her, right?

04:00 AM. JFK International Airport. I switched off airplane mode, and my phone lit up. The first notification was an Instagram story from my husband, Donovan Valentino, Don of the Valentino family, posted at 3:30 AM: a photo of Seraphina Moretti’s back, captioned, “Run 50 completed. Package delivered safe.” An hour before that, my flight had hit catastrophic clear-air turbulence, dropping two thousand feet in seconds. I’d clung to my seatbelt until my knuckles turned white, the crumpled threat letter from a rival crew pressed like a blade against my ribs. In those blind, falling seconds, one thought burned through the panic: If I live through this—if Donovan is waiting at arrivals—I’ll tear up my transfer papers to Dubai and stay. But there were no missed calls. No messages. He’d been too busy collecting Seraphina. He knew my flight details. He just didn’t care. Four years of marriage. 50 fully armed security details for Seraphina. For my 112 long-haul flights over those same four years? The most I ever got was a driver in an unmarked sedan. Even the night Gambino’s crew tailed me from Manhattan, and I spent six hours locked in a diner bathroom. He didn’t pick up until dawn, after the twelfth try. My transfer to Dubai was confirmed. The signed divorce settlement was in my bag. This was the last time I’d ever come back for him.