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At the concert, my husband James Felton and his assistant ended up on the kiss cam. They made for a beautiful couple, and the clip immediately went viral. In the video, I saw my son cheering in between them. The next thing I did was share the video on my Instagram feed with the caption, [How sweet.] James immediately gave me a video call, labeling me a jealous woman. “We were only acting to fool her ex! Stop making a fuss out of everything!” Our friends in the know were all laughing behind my back, placing bets on when I would apologize. This time, however, I was not going to play to their tune.

Desiree is running from a dark past and just when she thinks she's finally escaped and is free, a case of wrong place wrong time gains her the attention of a cold and ruthless billionaire who would do anything to have her in his bed, including digging up her past and holding it over her head. What starts as a merely sexual relationship with Desiree being forced into Killian's bed blossoms into more as she becomes addicted to the possessiveness of his touch and his gaze and he in turn falls for her unwitting charm. But with the Pandora's box that is her past suddenly opened, enemies that were thought long gone begin to appear and threaten to destroy the relationship they've managed to carve out for themselves. Can they work together to overcome the rising danger or will they be torn apart by secrets and lies?

I broke up with my boyfriend the year he was at his poorest. A year later, he was famous, and he married a prettier, livelier girl than me. On a late-night show, a host asked him whether a grand slam of awards this early in his career left any regrets. He pulled Mia closer. "I want to know how she's been. Since she left me." The host paused. "She's been... not well at all." Adrian finally smiled. "Then I can stop thinking about her." "But Ms. Whitman left behind a box of tapes before she died." Adrian's smile locked into place. On the tapes were every day and every night of my life, from the day I walked away from him to the day I stopped breathing.

On New Year's Eve, I waited at home with a box of sparklers, hoping Jake Thompson would come. Instead, an earthquake struck. Trapped under fallen debris, I prayed for his safety. Little did I know, Jake was putting on a grand fireworks display across the city for his high school sweetheart who had just returned from abroad. The whole town buzzed with excitement, wishing them a lifetime of happiness together. Meanwhile, I had lost my hearing in the disaster, with no hope of recovery. When I tried to break off our engagement and leave town, Jake stood before me, his eyes red-rimmed and pleading. I couldn't understand a word he said. I simply wished him, “May you always have a day like today, year after year.”

My husband asked me if bras were more comfortable without underwire, and I was happy that he had finally become more mature. The next day, his assistant snatched the parcel I received in the mail, saying that it had the wrong address. That night, I saw Samantha Davis post on her social media, with the caption, “My boyfriend bought this for me. Isn’t it pretty?” It was a selfie taken in a hotel mirror, and there was a beautifully decorated box containing a bra lying beside her. So, as it turned out, it was not that men became mature later in life, it was that you weren’t the one they were willing to become mature for. Naturally, I gave the post a like and took a screenshot before sending it to my husband. "What a waste. You could have gotten an 20% discount if you bought the whole set."

Emily Harlow never agreed to be sold on national television, until her mother signed her up for The Marriage Lottery, a ruthless show pairing society’s “undesirable” women with husbands willing to take them. Alone, in a torn gown, under blinding lights and a nation laughing, Emily opens her only offer and reads the name aloud. Damien William Hardy. The audience erupts in disbelief. A joke, they say. A mistake. Because what would a man like him ever want with a leftover woman? Damien Hardy did not choose Emily Harlow. Her presence is an intrusion into his plans, his reputation, his bloodline. He will break her, piece by piece, until he uncovers the secret she’s hiding. And yet… against all odds, she has claimed the most eligible man in the country. But can she keep him?

“You’re mine, Bella. Mine to punish, mine to kiss and definitely mine to fuck.” He growled with a burning hunger in his dark eyes. *** Bella McKenzie becomes the laughing stock of her pack the night her mate and best friend, Liam, rejects her brutally and picks her sister instead. Overcome with brokenness and despair, she runs away from her pack. But that’s only the beginning of her troubles because she gets captured by the rumored devil’s son, Alpha Darius of the Darhker rogue pack. He’s brutal and merciless, but what happens when this cruel man craves Bella with a wild desire? What happens when she’s subjected to be his pleasure woman? What fate awaits Bella and her rogue Alpha, especially when the man from her past comes calling?

In a world where strength defines worth, Calla Vale was the weakest surviving wolf of her family. She had a free pass into the wolf academy because her father was once the head master, but what started as a privilege turned into a nightmare after her mate rejected her. Calla became the laughing stock of the academy, and her weakness was preyed upon. Just when she plans on running off, the academy assigns her to the territory of Alpha Garrick, the iron fisted alpha of Fangspire pack. Calla’s arrival stirs something long buried, not only in the Alpha himself but also in his son, Lucan Browler, the pack’s next heir. Trapped between two Alphas and the shadows from her past, Calla must learn that most times, fate makes us the author of our own stories.

***His hatred wraps her blood, her body, and her soul since their first meeting. She has never imagined someone like him exist, and worse still, could enter into her life with vengeance*** As a perfect markswoman and an excellent huntress, Danica never hesitated to hunt down a killer. In the city where humans and supernatural beings coexisted, she made a living by searching for monsters and taking their heads for trifling bounties. Gambled with death, lived in a shoe box, and without a boyfriend, no girl in her right mind would envy Danica’s life. The worse was yet to come when she killed a cruel and twisted vampire. There was something about the dead vampire that made her anxious. Soon, the vampire prince—who no human knew what he looked like—went missing, to the world’s surprise. And everything was connected.

In the tenth year of being Don Vitelli’s sugar baby, the most reckless man alive was ready to change his ways for a good girl. On my twenty‑eighth birthday, he told me it would be our last time together and prepared an entire box of protection. I opened one of the wrappers and asked casually who that good girl was. Caino Vitelli leaned against the headboard and released a slow ring of smoke. “Your sister. I don’t even know how I fell for her. “That little fool can barely breathe after we kiss. She’s as pure as they come.” His tone sounded like a complaint, yet his eyes held a smile. The wrapper slipped from my hand. I stared at him, unable to move. Why her, of all people?