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During a game of Truth or Dare at a gathering with friends, my girlfriend, Bridget Ellison, loses. Her punishment is to buy coffee for everyone. Half an hour later, she returns carrying more than a dozen bags and starts handing out drinks with a smile. "Francis, you've been pulling all-nighters for two days straight. Here's your iced long black." "Daryl, you like java chip frappe with extra mocha sauce, right?" "And here's yours. Lemon black tea, no ice. You've ordered it hundreds of times." One by one, everyone gets their drink. By the time she reaches me, only an empty bag remains. Everyone at the table freezes. "Where's Aiden's drink?" She pushes her peach frappe toward me and say

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I'd lost nine years of memories. When I woke up, I found out my dream girl, Suri Sinclair, was now my wife. Too bad she treated me like I barely mattered. All her warmth went to her "best friend", Julian Everett. Even when I was fighting for my life, she stayed with him. Everyone said I was crazy about her. That I'd do anything she asked. Even waited on Julian. Seriously? I didn't even remember that guy. I didn't remember Suri. She treated me like crap. So yeah, I asked for a divorce. Then she showed up at my apartment and refused to let me go. "Babe... please. Just look at me."

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The stethoscope around Dave’s neck was a lie. The engagement ring on my finger was a cage. I thought I was marrying the man of my dreams, a brilliant surgeon with a heart of gold. But when my friends dragged me to a back-alley club to relax, the gold on my finger became so hot, it burned. Seeing my fiancé naked on a pole, lost in a live orgy for the world to see, didn't just break my heart. It incinerated my soul. One OnlyFans link later, the good girl in me was dead. Driven by a surging hunger for revenge, I traded my bridal veil for 6-inch heels, and accepted a job offer in the most exclusive club in Las Vegas. But on my first night, I caught the eye of the one man I should fear…

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When Dylan Sullivan took a new type of hallucinogen, I was forced to give myself to him to curb the effects. Innately fertile, I got pregnant, giving birth to fraternal twins—a boy and a girl—after marrying him. However, Dylan refused to let them call him daddy, drinking away the nights while staring at the picture of his one true love. Then, on our tenth anniversary, he locked us up in the basement and burnt us to death. As it turns out, he remained hung up on that moment when I saved him all this time, stubbornly convinced I intervened when he was vulnerable to satisfy my ambitions. That in turn drove a rift between himself and his one true love, whose heartbreak led to psychosis an

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After losing her parents at twenty, Amy’s world crushes around her as she falls into a life of hardship. Taken in by her uncle, she is exploited for his gain, forced to work in his club to keep his failing business afloat. Her life spirals further out of control until his debts finally catch up with him. When the ruthless and powerful Leader of a Mafia family called The Deluca Family, his name, Lord Drake, arrives to settle his debts, Amy’s uncle is unable to pay. In a cruel twist, Amy is taken as collateral. But Drake doesn’t just want repayment—he recognizes something in her. Her strength, resilience, and untouched innocence catch his eye, and he decides to shape her into something m

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