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She sold him out. Now, he’s coming to collect. Maya Serrano was the ultimate honey trap. Her job was to dismantle the Moretti empire from the inside, but she made a fatal mistake: she fell for the monster she was sent to cage. She traded her mission for his touch, losing herself in a haze of rough hands and whispered sins—until the law finally tore them apart. Lucien Moretti spent five years in a cage, fueled by the memory of Maya’s betrayal and the lingering scent of her skin. Now he’s out, he’s reclaimed his throne with blood, and his first order of business is hunting down the traitor who vanished into the night. He didn't just want her head; he wanted her back in his bed, stripped of her secrets and her pride. But when he finally corners her, the interrogation turns into an explosion of starved, primal lust. And in the wreckage of their reunion, he discovers a truth that changes everything: a four-year-old girl with his eyes and his ruthless streak. The rules of the game have changed. Lucien doesn’t forgive, and he definitely doesn't share. Maya thought she could outrun her past, but Lucien is about to prove that she belongs to him—body, heart, and soul. She cost him his freedom. Now, he’s going to take hers.

After waking up from a car accident, I realize that I've lost some of my memories. My wife, Samantha Ross, embraces me immediately and says in a choked-up tone, "The doctor said that you've hurt your manhood in the accident. You… might not be able to perform in the bedroom anymore." My father-in-law, Edmund Ross, sighs heavily as well. He tells me that even if I can't get Samantha pregnant anymore, I will always be the only son-in-law who's married into the Ross family. Everyone compliments me on marrying into a wonderful family. After all, Samantha refuses to abandon me, and Edmund completely understands my situation. But I know for a fact that my kidneys aren't busted at all. Also, I already had a son with Samantha a long time ago. The thing is, where on earth is that child now?

"Mr. Brewer, please stop grinding against me! My pants are all wet now!" In the gym, Hazel Simmons, a beautiful woman with a sexy figure, pleads to me as her perky, juicy buttocks twitch between my legs. I purposefully thrust deep into the crack of her butt. Upon feeling the foreign intrusion, Hazel squeezes my manhood with her butt. It feels so good that I get turned on instantly. What excites me more is that Hazel seems to be turned on by my actions as well. To my delight, she actually pulls her pants down on her own.

My husband, Chandler Rotterdam worked as a researcher developing a new serum. Driven to find a cure for my cancer, he poured himself entirely into the project.  However, on the day of the injection, it wasn’t him who administered the treatment—it was his childhood friend, Pauline Hemsworth.  She had injected an unregulated dose, and I could do nothing but watch as my life slipped away. Even the child growing inside me was not spared.  Meanwhile, Chandler remained by her side.  “If this research succeeds, all the credit goes to you!” Chandler assured Pauline. “She would never blame you if anything happens. She’d be grateful to be the first to receive the drug.”  But the experiment failed. After discovering my death, Chandler lost his mind.

After my fiance’s childhood friend found out I was born with a heart condition, she secretly poured a high-dose energy drink into my champagne. The moment I drank it, my heart started racing, and stabbing pain spread through my chest. In a panic, I tore open my only emergency medication, but the water I used to take it had been swapped with strong lemon water. As soon as I drank it, my face went pale. I lost all strength and collapsed to the ground. “Lemon water’s full of vitamin C. It helps with hangovers and keeps you healthy.” Charlotte Whitmore laughed so hard she nearly doubled over. With her arms crossed, she looked at my fiance, Ethan Cross, the boss of the Rolling Stones. “Ethan, your fiancee’s acting is incredible! “I’ve been a doctor for years, and I’ve never seen anyone react like this to a little champagne and lemon water.” I bit my lip until I tasted blood. The pain made my eyes sting, and I clutched Ethan’s leg. “Honey, please, call an ambulance! I can’t take it anymore…” For a moment, his expression wavered, but the guests quickly cut in. “Come on, stop pretending! Nobody dies from a bit of champagne and lemon water.” “Yeah, you’re just jealous Charlotte got promoted and didn’t want to toast to her.” Ethan’s face turned cold again. He yanked my hand off and stepped away. “Charlotte’s a doctor. You’ll be fine with her here.” I stopped begging and texted my father asking for help.

Years spent in a lowly house made her reluctant to leave the comfort of her position, capitalizing on her fame and beauty, to make money. Until suddenly, a woman known as Monica proposed to Nathan while she was about to serve him in room 310. Slightly moved by the promise of freedom that had long been lost, Monica finally accepted Nathan's offer to become his second wife. Who would have thought that her arrival in the family would unravel one mystery after another? There are many secrets in Nathan's family, and who was Nathan's first wife, who had a face similar to his? Were they truly connected?

My roommate brought back an old music box, saying she had picked it up at a flea market. I told her not to keep it. It was too old. Who knew where it had come from or how many hands it had passed through. But the moment the music box was opened, and the melody began to play, a chill ran down my spine. The next day, a girl from the dorm next door jumped off the building. A week later, a child from a nearby orphanage died the same way. When the police came to investigate, my roommate quietly hid the music box. It wasn’t until I found myself standing on the rooftop that I realized none of this was an accident. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day she brought the music box home. This time, I was going to make sure she listened to it.

"Wait a minute..." Realization finally hitting her. "I just lost my virginity to a complete stranger!" ****************** A blissful night with a mysterious stranger turns Amelia's life around bittersweet. She gets pregnant and is now left to raise the child herself due to the unwillingness of the mysterious stranger who she later finds out to be Kris Fox, a name she wasn't going to forget anytime soon. Six years later, fate intervenes when Amelia’s path crosses Kris’s once more. Unknowingly to Amelia, Kris is the heir to the Largest Business Empire in the states, Fox Enterprises. He’s now a billionaire with a reputation as cold as steel and has an adopted son by his side who is coincidentally the same age as Amelia's son. As hidden secrets start to unravel and long-buried truths surface at every turn, Amelia is thrown into a whirlwind of emotions. She must confront Kris and reveal the connection they share for the sake of their children. As the past and present collide, will Amelia and Kris find a way to look past their complicated history, or will the secrets of that fateful night tear them apart forever? ****************** “I knew it! Kris’s adopted son and my son have the same birthmark. This can’t be a coincidence!”

Jennifer Porter, the icy and untouchable CEO, never imagined that buying a simple jade pendant for her childhood friend would change everything. Because of that pendant, I divorced her and left with our daughter. After all, the jade pendant was my father's keepsake, and her childhood friend smashed it to pieces right in front of me. We met again three years later, at an international jewelry design competition. My ex-wife grabbed my wrist, fury burning in her eyes. "You've been gone for three years. Isn't your tantrum long enough? I'll buy you a hundred jade pendants, just come home with me." The next second, a small hand tugged at her clothes. "Excuse me, could you step aside? My mom needs to talk to my dad."

Late at night, my husband came home with a young model. "So, you are the washed-up wife that Mr. Dawson keeps at home?" The girl looked at me with a mocking smile and said. Jay Dawson, my husband, reeking of alcohol, glanced between us with interest. He then hugged the young girl and led her into the bedroom. I sat alone on the living room couch, wrapped in a blanket, and listened to their shameless noises all night. I endured it for two years. Our agreement had finally ended this year, and so had my love for Ethan. I walked away. But Ethan chased after me like a madman.