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Five years after migrating abroad, my husband, Shawn Johnson, brings his true love and her son home. "Jill and Neil are new here. They'll be staying with us for a few days." He and I get into a huge fight over this. On my birthday, Shawn hands me a divorce agreement. He says, "Hurry up and sign it. Jill needs this country's citizenship, so let's divorce for show first." I frown, wanting to ask for more details. However, he points at me and calls me heartless. Shortly after, I see Jill's social media update. "Shawnie divorced his wife for me and Neil! We finally have a roof over our heads." I like the post and sign the divorce agreement. Then, I submit an application to my company to be transferred home.

The room is dimly lit, the air is filled with the smell of sex and alcohol; the guy laying next to the girl is panting heavily. She on the other hand is laying next to him, all curled up; soft whimpers are coming out of her lips. The guy wraps his muscular arms around her waist and pushes her a little away from him. She opens her eyes halfway through and stares at the guy, his hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat; his dark brown eyes are closed. His sharp features are glistening, when the little rays of the sun hits his face that is coming in through the window. Forwarding her hand, she caresses his thin lower lip with her index finger and closes her eyes. "Get out." He says in a harsh tone from beside her. Her eyes flutter open completely hearing his harsh words; she always thinks why he acts so badly with her? Retracting her hand back to herself she sits up, her lower belly aches in the bitter sweet pain. A groan comes out of her mouth and her hands go straight to on top of her lower belly, to caress it. His clothes and hers are scattered around on the floor. The entire room is a mess, the bed sheet is all crinkled; pillows are off the bed.

"We had a one-night stand and that was it. Goodbye to you." She stated carelessly before grabbing her G-string and exiting the suite. He stood up from the bed, exposing his ten-inch dick, and pulled her to his chest before curling his lips and announcing, "I am the one who says it's over. And I didn't say I am done with you yet." She was intoxicated but began to sober up after hearing his strange words. Her vision was still blurry, but his body odor and colegone became increasingly familiar. She exclaimed, "No!" as she began to recognize him. " No way. That's you!" Before pushing her back to bed, he nodded and smiled and confirmed, "Yes, I am your future stepdad. The person you dislike most." “fuck!”

Melissa Brant, a poor vegetable seller, from the poorest family in Rio Hondo finds herself sourcing for fund to pay her mother’s medical bills. Fanny Luis, the richest mogul in Rio Hondo offers to grant her the money but for a price. “I will give you the money but you must sign a contract marriage with my mad son.” Melissa never knew what she was opting for until she shared roof with Brian, the most violent mad man in Rio Hondo. Later Fanny reminded her, “You must give me a grandchild. Didn’t you read the contract marriage agreement?” She was a virgin and never expected to get intimate with her mad husband. Fortunately, after she helped Brian regain his sanity, obsession possessed them. “Now I am fulfilled you have regained your sanity. The contract marriage agreement says you can divorce me once you regain your sanity. Please, Brian let me go,” she pleaded. “I don’t mind losing my sanity again if I deny what this heart feels for you now. I crave to stay with you forever. To hell with the divorce,” Brian replied coldly. What will be their fate? Lets’ turn the pages. It is going to be a bumpy ride.

The Alpha of the Ferrari pack, Deangelo Ferrari is known to be the most brutal alpha in the werewolf world. He has no mercy for anyone he terms his enemy and he has only one enemy which is the Amato pack. He had sworn that every single one that belonged to the pack will be killed, old and young. But then he found a lady in his bathroom, bruised and dirty, and she somehow stole his heart before he got to know that she was an Amato. Forgiveness is not an option to any Amato, he says, but what happens when he finds out that he's been living with the enemy all along?

Five days before my wedding, a group of MadeMen drag me to an underground casino. "I'm the fiancé of Lorenzo Gambino, Don of the Gambino family and Gambino Corporation! Think of the consequences you'll face if you dare touch a hair on my head!" My stern warning is met by mocking laughter. I curl up in agony under the brutal blows of their baseball bats; they pierce my ankles with sharp blades, severing my tendons. I gather the remnants of my consciousness to shield my abdomen, where my and Lorenzo's child grows. Lorenzo finally arrives with hired mercenaries. He razes the underground casino to the ground and saves me. I lie on the hospital bed and force myself to hang on. I don't want to end up in a coma. Unexpectedly, I overhear Lorenzo's conversation with a doctor. "It's not too late to operate, Boss. If we delay this any longer, Ms. Jones won't be able to stand anymore! There are many other ways for you to marry Ms. Valente—why did you have to do this to Ms. Jones?" "Being crippled is the only way Renee will obediently accept my and Kelly's child. I can keep a cripple by my side but not a troublemaker. Kelly values ceremony more than anything—I promised her I would give her a perfect wedding," Lorenzo says coldly. "But… Ms. Jones is pregnant. She's four months along…" "Make her miscarry, then." Tears stream down my face without anyone noticing. It turns out no one wants to bless the wedding I've been looking forward to. If so, any woman who wants to be Lorenzo's wife can have him. He's just a small mafia boss, anyway. I'm going back to being the heiress of the East Coast mafia's Don. I'll be the queen of my own life.

"I do understand," he says, cupping my face again just as he lets out a frustrated sigh. "I can't figure out how to deal with this, Yohanna, but I can't live without you." — Yohanna Iskaela has been alone for five years, but it all ends when she accidentally walks into a werewolf pack's territory, and her whole life is turned upside down since then. Follow her journey in a story filled with trust issues, forming bonds and self-discovery.

Everyone says I'm lucky to be Frosthowl pack's Luna because my Alpha mate, Matthew White, loves me dearly. I love roses and fireworks, so he buys all that are available on my birthday. When it's almost midnight, he kisses me tenderly and says, "I'll turn you into a Luna that everyone envies, Amber." The fireworks light up the sky above the castle of roses he's built for me, and they go on for the rest of the night. They make it seem brighter than day. He and I do it underneath the fireworks and flowers throughout the night, and I accidentally catch a cold. Matthew is so guilty that he summons the pack's best healer to treat my inconsequential cold. All the werewolves treat our mate bond as a symbol of true love. However, just moments ago, I found a torn pair of black stockings in his suit jacket's pocket. I never wear those. However, his secretary, Beth Seymour, who helps him deal with the pack's matters, wears them every day.

Four years after Selene's humiliating rejection from being Luna.Selene is brought back to the famous land of Ironclaw pack once again. She takes no time in reintroducing herself as the new sensual sensation she is,a wealthy fiery temptress with a cunning mind. Selene says she returns for her job alone but deep down in her veins,she knows the name of what brought her back.The self destructive need to inflict as much pain as she can on him and everyone who wrongfully judged her.The raging storm in her was revenge fueled by hate But there is a thin line between love and hate and with every glance,glare,and the deja vus of heated touch,it becomes painfully clear to Selene that the line was slowly vanishing. But that is Alpha Ares’ plan all along,he desperately wants to win his cold luna back. Even at the cost of things he once held dear;his pack,his family and something he never thought could be taken from him…his self-control.

My fiancé is one of the country's top neurosurgeons. One day, he discovers that his childhood sweetheart has been diagnosed with cancer and only has a month to live. He wants to spend this time with her, so he feeds me a newly developed memory-wiping drug to make me forget him for a month. During that time, he throws his childhood sweetheart a wedding and goes on a honeymoon with her. As they stand amid an ocean of flowers, they vow to be together in another lifetime. One month later, he kneels before me in the rain. Tears stream down his face as he says hoarsely, "The drug's effects were only supposed to last for a month. Why have you permanently forgotten me?"