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“You don’t have any other choice, Lia. You must marry me.” Lawrence’s cold voice sends shivers down her spine. No matter how much she runs away, her real life will still haunt her. Lia gritted her teeth in irritation, but she was left with no other choice but to say ‘yes’ to him. Besides, it isn’t as if she can still restrain her heart from falling for this snobbish and cold man. Even though, she knows why he is doing this. “Fine.” Lia replied in her menacing voice. She sees how a devilish smirk escapes his lips – making her realize that this might not be a good idea at all. And she’s right, because Lawrence is still in love with his first love! Lawrence David McGregor – the sought-after bachelor and billionaire – is just using her. She will, however, fight for what’s for her. She will fight for her love. And she will do everything to win his heart, although that means that she will continue to be only – the billionaire’s rebound girl.

On the night of my fifth wedding anniversary with Sebastian Gray, he lit up the entire city with fireworks for me. All our friends kept saying what a wonderful man he was—so loving, so romantic. The kind of husband every woman dreams of. At the grand finale, the fireworks burst into words that lit up the night sky: Happy Birthday, Jen. Jennifer Kingsley was Sebastian's first love, his ideal woman, the one who had always lingered in his heart. Sebastian looked at me, his expression almost sheepish. "Ah, it's Jen's birthday too. They must have mixed up the fireworks." That night, Jennifer posted on her social media: "Men are boys till the day they die, always fumbling their way through romance." She added a picture of the fireworks, along with a photo of her and Sebastian standing close under the dazzling display. I liked her post and left a comment: "From school to altar—what a touching love story. When's the wedding?"

I was a regular interior designer until my life took a whirlwind turn when I was hired to renovate the luxurious property of Ethan Blackwood, a powerful billionaire with a reputation for being ruthless and cold. Our first encounter was a clash of wills, with Ethan acting like an arrogant asshole, and me, trying to maintain my composure to keep the job. But beneath his tough exterior, I sensed an undeniable attraction between us. Despite my resolution to stay away from him, fate seemed to draw us together. But just as we started to build something real, a dark secret from my past resurfaced, threatening to destroy everything.

Lors du tremblement de terre, mon mari, Milo Alarie, capitaine de l'équipe de secours, m'a laissée derrière pour sauver son premier amour, Christine Bassot. Je ne l'ai pas empêché et l'ai laissé partir, car, dans une vie antérieure, face à la même situation, il avait choisi de sauver d'abord moi, enceinte de huit mois. Et Christine, en raison de l'intervention tardive, avait été ensevelie sous les décombres à la suite des répliques, mourant asphyxiée. Plus tard, le jour de mon accouchement, Milo m'avait emmenée devant sa tombe. Il m'avait regardée tomber à terre à cause de la douleur intense, ignorant mes supplications incessantes. « Jennifer, ça fait mal, n'est-ce pas ? Mais, tu sais, ce jour-là, Christine souffrait mille fois plus que toi sous les décombres ! » Je le regardais, incrédule, et il m'avait dit, impitoyable : « Ce jour-là, tu étais dans une zone de sécurité ! Si tu n'avais pas utilisé ta grossesse comme excuse, Christine aurait-elle manqué l'opportunité de secours optimale ? Elle a souffert à cause de toi, et maintenant, je veux que tu ressentes sa douleur ! » Il m'avait forcée à me prosterner devant la photo de Christine, mes douleurs s'intensifiant alors que je saignais abondamment. Finalement, j'étais morte à cause de complications pendant l'accouchement et une hémorragie. Lorsque j'ai rouvert les yeux, j'ai découvert que j'étais retournée à ce jour fatidique ! Cette fois, ni mon enfant, ni moi, ne compterions sur lui !

Set in 90's times... Jennifer used to be a cold hot headed teenage girl. She was living a normal life, not until she met Akira, a college guy who spilled a 1peso worth of juice on her 7,000 worth of peso bag. She then ended up being in love and in a relationship with him. One night under the full moon she witnessed with her two eyes how her boyfriend turned into a beast that the folks used to call it as a werewolf. She was totally shocked, however, she didn't feel afraid of Akira. Akira confessed about his true identity to her. She learned that every werewolf has a mate and that will only come within their breed. That makes her to persuade Akira to turn her also into a werewolf because she was afraid that Akira would be mated to another werewoman. As Akira fangs pierced on her neck, untold history before them, began to unfold in her mind. And when she totally became a werewolf, she ended up killing Akira. Her life of being a witch with a blood of a werewolf started. She came to the underworld to avenge her parents- the powerful white witches, who had been killed by the black witch and a father and son- werewolf. There, she saw again the face of the man she love, with a modest beautiful woman beside him who turned out to be Akira's mate.

Samantha had never thought in her life that she was going to make a costly mistake that would change her destiny forever. She had mistakenly sent her nude which was meant for her boyfriend to her Alpha. Facing the punishment of the most cruel and brutal hybrid Alpha, she got so attached to him. He wouldn't let her go even when his fated mate appeared. How possible was the love he had for this maid stronger than the mating bond created by the moon goddess. A conspiracy that couldn't be determined. Who is the imposter? Samantha or the fated mate?

I stretched lazily on the bed, much like a contented kitten, before opening my eyes. Hovering above me was a face that could have been sculpted by the gods—a handsome, well-defined face with sun-kissed golden eyes. My first groggy thought was that Cara had finally brought home a decent, well-groomed man for a change. But…. Why is he in my room? I abruptly shoved him away, ending the spell. "Get off your asshole!" With a scowl on my face, I got up quickly. “Was personal space not mentioned by Clara, huh?” I spoke in an irritated tone. “Clara?” He turned and casually picked up some papers from a nearby table, settling down with an annoying smile. “And who might that be, if I may ask?” He doesn’t even remember her? Asshole “Well, if you must know, Clara—” I started, but my words faltered as something shiny caught my eye. What is..? Then my memories began to flood back. —it’s a damn golden sofa. Shit. Brain Freeze. ~~~ Growing up as the oldest kid on a Chicago farm was no picnic for Mary Johnson. Her folks, good ol' Mr. and Mrs. Becky Johnson, were salt-of-the-earth types, who worked hard on their small farm not far from the gritty backstreets of Chicago. They taught Mary and her siblings the value of hard work, self-value. But as much as Mary loved her family, she dreamed big, but those dreams took a backseat when she needed to step up and help support her family. Then, out of the blue, fate threw her a curveball. A chance in the US came knocking, and Mary didn't hesitate. And then she crossed paths with the Blacks – New York’s high society, dripping with wealth and power, who offered her a deal she couldn’t refuse.

Hanna's dreams and hopes come crashing down as she watches her beloved bar and home burn to the ground. In the aftermath of that horrifying event, she feels all hope is lost until a kind stranger rescues her. A kind stranger with an asshole of a boss who is determined to see her homeless and hopeless again. One thing about Hanna though, is that she's never been one to shy away from a challenge. Working for Aaron is a challenge, but not as big as trying to keep her hands off her delicious new boss. This is going to end one of two ways for her, bad or worse and there's nothing she can do to stop it.

Devya, a cheerful and childish woman, meets an Axen, a CEO who is a lonely Werewolf who can't express feelings like ordinary people, he's a Werewolf without an expression on his face. "Go." Axen orders in his stern voice made me frown in annoyance. “After you stole my first kiss, you asked me to leave?!! Bastard!!” I ruffled the bed, I threw all the pillows on the floor in a rage. "Asshole!!!!” I saw him come back closer to me, he again locked me under his body, he touched my neck with his cold fingers. I'm in an awkward situation and it makes my heart beat fast.

Isabella Cohen had better things to do than listen to her father go on and on about her getting married to the latest man who had impressed him, as if her father wasn't fucking his assistant every Thursday and Saturday. So, when she was given the choice to either marry Ethan Hawthorn (the biggest asshole on the planet with an even bigger ego), or be disowned, you better believe she packed her bags, transferred money to her secret account and took the first plane from New York to Italy. Stephan Ferrari was bored. Now you might think being head of the Italian Mafia was exciting and full of adventure, but you would be wrong. Stephan had killed all his enemies, partied for a week straight at the best clubs in Italy (which all belonged to him) and fucked women of all types, yet he will still left with an empty feeling inside. So, when he got report that the leader of the American Mafia's daughter was seen at Leonardo da Vinci-Fiumicino Airport, well he may have found his new Queen. And if he could ransom said queen to toy with the Cohen family, then that was an added bonus