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At my mom's funeral, my lecturer wife, Vivian Carter, decides to have a rendezvous with her student, Noah Myers, with ten packs of condoms in her bag. Once they are done with their passionate lovemaking, Noah uploads a photo to his social media feed. It features a red-faced Vivian lying on his bed. Meanwhile, the clothes of mourning that she's worn to the funeral are strewn all over the floor. The caption reads, "The only who's not loved is the actual homewrecker here. My relationship has finally borne fruit!" His feed goes wild with comments. Everyone mocks me for being a shameless simp for Vivian, and that I've been ruining Noah's relationship with her this whole time. My mentor, Avery Sanders, is sick with worry. But I, on the other hand, merely brew myself a cup of coffee. Then, I say lightly, "Since he likes uploading his intimate photos that much, I might as well upload photos of his and Vivian's bastard child as well as their paternity tests. Here's the caption—I, the legal husband, am now defending my pride as a married man. "Now, I'd like to see if Noah and Vivian are capable of bearing the consequences of pissing off my prestigious and wealthy family!"

Andrea Knowles, a fil-am photographer will find her peace on an Island in the Philippines. Her mom chose to send her to an Island instead of her going to the Amazon forest to fulfill her dreams to take photos of the wild. She will then meet Ibrahil, an Encantado who is disguised as a human who will enchant her into his realm. She will then discover that she's a half-blooded Encantada and that they are rivals by race. As a prince and a princess, duty comes first before desire. Will they be able to fight for their destiny or they will end up killing each other?

A crazy killer is targeting babysitters and no one can catch him. Until he comes upon Stacy who has a secret that no one knows about.

"I was a serial killer, and now I'm on death row." This is what Eliza LaRue, a 22 years old lady, believed one day. With no family, no friends, and only a distorted sense of self, her execution was unknowingly called off. After being dragged to a secluded building by a mysterious lady, she got caught up in a dangerous scheme that would test her assassination and survival skills known as the Termination Game, what is the secret hidden beneath the mind-boggling death game, and why is she so good at it? Now, what side are you, Killer or Target? This is a new and exciting Psychological Thriller story that will make you question your own morality.

Elena wakes up naked in a hotel room with her bodyguard. She was very confused as to why she was in such a state. Until the next day, photos of her sleeping with her bodyguard were widely spread on the internet, making her the laughing stock of the entire city and netizens online. Elena was kicked out by her father for tarnishing the family name. Luckily, the bodyguard was willing to help her and promised to avenge her heartache. Little did she know that the bodyguard had a hidden mission. Will she hate her own bodyguard or fall in love?

I'm a killer who accidentally sleeps with a mafia boss twice. The first time, I walk away without saying anything, leaving behind nothing but a note and a bank card. "Fantastic night. Thanks." The second time, he lands himself at the top of the killer hit list and has a sky-high bounty placed on him. Later, he traps me in his room as I fade in and out of consciousness, drowning in his presence. He holds my hand and aims my gun at himself with a chuckle. "You're shaking so badly. Can you even keep your gun steady?"

Athena was many things; gorgeous, a killer, an assassin, a psychopath but above all, a Romano. And that was her biggest secret. Nobody knew that except her brother, Alessio Romano who also happened to be the Russian Mafia Leader. Sean Blackwood had reached his breaking point. He lost his entire family to the mafia, he has learnt that there was no happiness when you're in that business let alone leading it. He was known to be cold, a ruthless killer who hated wasting his time giving his enemies a painful death, so he would kill them instantly without blinking or thinking twice. What happens when they cross paths?

My wife, Jolene Stephens, and I both cheated. The difference was that she chose to betray me while I had been made to cheat. She got me blackout drunk the same night her affair with Leon Homes came to light. Then, she stripped me naked and left me in a hotel room with a stranger. She posed my unconscious body in degrading positions and took photos to create evidence of my "affair." Both our cheating photos were exposed consecutively, and the public outrage against her little lover was offset. A huge wave of nausea rolled over me, making me dry-heave over the sink. My body was covered in red marks. The thought of what the stranger had done to me drove me to fits of terror. My wife watched as I scrubbed my skin until it split and bled before saying quietly, "I didn't have a choice. Leon's from a conservative family. It would destroy him if word got out that he was a homewrecker." The internet tore me apart overnight. My grandfather, Bruce Tillman, the only kin I had left, suffered a heart attack after seeing the news and was rushed into the emergency room. I had to protect her just to protect myself. So, I repeated the lie she needed me to tell under a wall of flashing cameras and microphones. "Neither of us cheated. Ms. Stephens and I had already separated long ago."

Harper, a 19-year-old art student accidentally photographs a reclusive 38-year-old tech billionaire committing a murder to protect his illegal weapons program. Instead of killing her, he kidnaps her, forces her to marry him in an underground ceremony, and gives her 365 days to give him an heir. If she fails or tries to escape, he leaks the photos and frames her for the murder. The twist? She starts falling for him just as the FBI closes in with proof. Now what can she do?

My fiancé, Skeet Fadley, stood with me at my dress fitting when his phone rang. "Skeet..." Her voice came through on speaker. That was all it took—I knew today's bridal photos weren't happening again. Skeet glanced at me, guilty. "Babe, something came up with Norah. I gotta go." Not a question. A notice. I stared at myself in the mirror, already in the gown, and gave a small nod. "Go." It's fine. My groom's about to change anyway.