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“Relax. It was meaningless. It didn’t mean a thing.” Three years. That’s how long Lena Carter loved Evan Brooks—three years of loyalty, late nights, and believing she was building a future with him. Until she finds him in a hotel suite bathroom, hands braced against marble, whispering excuses while her cousin—and closest friend—fixes her lipstick in the mirror. All this happens during Lena’s promotion celebration. Lena should be home, crying into cheap wine and shattered dreams. Instead, she’s stranded on a quiet Los Angeles street at midnight, phone dead, heels in hand, with a group of drunk men circling closer than comfort allows. Then a black luxury sedan pulls up. The man who steps out wears a tailored suit, calm eyes, and an authority that makes the street go silent. Mason Hart. Billionaire. Tech CEO. And—unknown to him—the elusive owner of the company where Lena works as an executive assistant two floors below the C-suite. He offers her a ride. She hesitates. She takes it. That single decision rewrites her life. Mason doesn’t mix business with emotions. He doesn’t date employees. And he definitely doesn’t rescue strangers with haunted eyes. But Lena’s quiet strength, the way she refuses pity, the way pain sharpens her instead of breaking her—it gets under his skin. Lena just wants to forget the man who betrayed her. Mason offers distraction. Protection. Desire without promises. But Evan refuses to let go, spreading lies and suddenly desperate to “fix things.” Her cousin is determined to destroy what little Lena has left. And the closer Lena grows to the powerful CEO who signs her company’s paychecks, the more dangerous her heart becomes. Because falling for a billionaire who doesn’t believe in love might hurt worse than betrayal.

Lena Marchetti, twenty-eight, operates on fumes. Her father Marco's cancer treatments have swallowed her savings and the final credits of her degree. She interns at Croft Industries, a glass tower engineered to diminish. She is invisible, sweat gluing her blouse to her spine, until she drops Julian Croft's Montblanc pen. The crack on marble halts breath. She scrabbles on cold stone. When she lifts her chin, Julian crouches beside her. He doesn't retrieve the pen. He waits. His gray eyes hold hers, and heat floods her neck, damp and unwelcome. "You break it, you buy it," he says. "And you can't afford it." He leaves her kneeling. At 3:17 AM, her phone blares: Croft. Office. One hour. She goes. His office smells of leather and ozone. He slides a contract across the desk. Six months. Exclusivity. Her compliance. In exchange, her father's debt dissolves. Her signature slants, barely legible. After her best friend Dani labels Julian a sociopath, Lena sobs in the service elevator. He finds her. "Come with me." He escorts her to a 24-hour diner. He orders cherry pie, slides it across formica. She is wrecked—blotched skin, swollen lids. He studies her as if memorizing the topography of her distress. He teaches her to fence. She lunges, jabs his ribs. He laughs in that rusted, startled way that travels up her calves. She registers: I manufactured that sound. Elara Vance, Julian's former mentor who sold his first deal for a board seat, resurfaces. She invites Lena to lunch, offers employment. "He'll never perceive you as an equal. Work for me. Become a threat." The words burrow. Lena's palms dampen at his touch. While Julian travels, she picks the lock of a hidden room. A library.

He was hired to guard the boss’s daughter. I’m that daughter… and I’m dying to fuck my own bodyguard. His thick cock slammed into me again and again, stretching me so deep I saw stars. I was bent over the marble counter in the safe house, dress shoved up to my waist, his huge hand fisted in my hair as he fucked me like he hated how much he needed me. “What do you think your dad would do if he catches us here?” Arnold growled against my ear, voice dark and filthy, never slowing his punishing rhythm. I chuckled through a broken moan, pushing back to take him harder. “I’m his one and only princess. He won’t do a thing to me. As for you… he’ll hang you alive and watch until the last drop of your blood dries.” I smirked, trying to mask how dizzy he made me. Then he whispered fearlessly, “I know the rules, but I don’t care.” ______ My name is Dorla De Luca. I’m twenty one. I was almost kidnapped, and my mafia father decided the only way to protect his only daughter was to assign his most trusted and most dangerous bodyguard to watch me 24/7. He never expected that bodyguard to be the man I’ve been secretly craving since I was eighteen. Arnold Black Russo is thirty two, cold, lethal, and bound by a blood oath to my father. Loving him is suicide. My father would put a bullet between his eyes without blinking. Yet every stolen touch, every forbidden night, only makes the fire burn hotter. He was hired to guard me. Instead, he’s ruining me. And I never want him to stop.

“Congratulations, bitch. Dad sold you to Alpha Arthur. I heard he got into a car accident a few years ago that messed up his face and left him with a limp." She was forced to join the ShadowClaw Pack, expecting the same abuse and torment she had endured before. However, Alpha Arthur, not only handsome but also incredibly attentive, treated her well. She was his breeder, and he was initially attracted by her pure family background and good figure. Their relationship was merely a transaction. Over time, Ophelia gradually won Arthur's heart, and she allowed herself to fall in love with him. Later, she received a check and a farewell. Expecting Ophelia to cry and make a scene, she instead took the check and left decisively. "Mr. Morgan, goodbye forever!" From then on, Ophelia's life turned around completely. She started racing cars, healing the sick, and effortlessly made a name for herself in the music industry. Her stepmother and stepsister still looked down on her, thinking she was a disgrace. Eventually, they came to her, begging, "As long as Miss Clark was willing to save my daughter, I could name my price!" Reflecting on it, they realized that the girl they once pitied was actually a big deal. Even Taylor, who used to defy everyone, became her follower. "Anyone who dared to insult her, I’d break their legs!" Arthur, having lost Ophelia, watched her stunning performance on TV and deeply regretted letting her go. When they met again, she had someone else by her side. With red eyes, he said, "Ophelia, you were mine. Please come back to me." Ophelia smiled coldly, "Sorry, I'm very busy now, no time." Arthur pulled out a diamond ring, "Darling, let's get back together!" The Lycan's Unwanted Mate is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

I stumbled over my own feet as he shoved me through the doorway, barely catching myself before I hit the polished marble floor. A gasped escaped my mouth as I straightened up, eyes wide as they scanned the unfamiliar surroundings. Or should I say - a mansion, everything about it screamed wealth, power and danger. I blinked rapidly, trying to push back those tears, smearing them away with my shoulder because my hands were bound tightly in front of me. The ropes bit into my skin, a cruel reminder that this wasn’t a nightmare. It was my new reality. “Welcome to my world, princess,” he said, voice like velvet over broken glass. ---- Lewis. The name alone makes my stomach churn. The man I once thought I loved. The one who walked into my life with a smile, too perfect and eyes too deceptive. At first, he was everything I ever wanted. Until he became everything I feared. He didn’t just hurt me, he broke me. And just when I thought there was no way out of his twisted love, his brother appeared. Like a storm. I thought I saw a savior in him. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. I never sought his attention. I never wanted his eyes on me. But he gave it anyway unrelenting, consuming, obsessive. He didn’t offer me freedom from Lewis. He offered me a different kind of captivity. One laced with soft touches and sharp edges. One that didn’t hurt my skin, but carved into my soul. He stole my sanity with his silence, my breath with his gaze, and my heart with his wickedness. I was a puppet of two devils - one who broke me openly, and the other who worshipped my broken pieces like treasures he owned.

His voice dropped lower. “You saw the news, didn’t you? The little warning on the LED TV?” Her eyes flickered. “…Yes, sir.” “Then why didn’t you turn back?” Her mouth opened, but no words came out. “And you saw they’ve never shown my face on the news.” He tapped his temple, eyes glinting. “But now you’re staring right at me. You know exactly what I look like. You think I’ll let you walk away?” “No! Please!” Isabella’s voice cracked, tears falling. “I promise with my mother’s grave—I’ll never speak of this! Please, just spare me!” Alessandro smirked, lifting his gun. “People like you swear. People like you also betray. Let’s see…” Her whole body locked. “No, no, please—” The gun fired. Isabella screamed. But when she opened her eyes, the bullet hole smoked in the wooden floor beside her. Her chest heaved. Her hands shook. She collapsed onto the ground, sobbing. Alessandro leaned back, laughing softly. Then—something in her snapped. She pushed herself up on trembling legs. “You want to kill me? Then fucking do it!” His brows lifted. “What the fuck is wrong with you gangsters?” she yelled, her voice shaking. “Do I look like someone who can hurt you? You almost made me wet my pants out there with your bullets. Do you think that’s funny?” One of his men growled, stepping forward, hand raised. “How dare you talk to the boss like that—” “Stop,” Alessandro ordered sharply, raising his hand without taking his eyes off her. Isabella’s chest heaved. “You think taking lives is funny?” She beat her chest with her fist. “Fine. I’m going to walk out that door right now. Shoot me if you want.”

To afford train tickets home for New Year's Eve, I searched for a part-time job and stumbled into a livestream that was practically throwing money at the chat. A young woman in a silk robe rested her chin on her hand. Behind her, a villa glowed under expensive lighting that reflected off polished marble floors. "Being kept in here is suffocating," she said in a voice that mixed boredom with sweetness. "My sponsor gives me more money than I can spend. Help me out. Take some off my hands." Cash drops flashed across the screen one after another. I tapped as fast as I could, my heart hammering. A few large ones landed in my account. I was close. One more would cover both my ticket and my boyfriend's. The streamer leaned closer to the camera. "He keeps saying my tear mole looks like his girlfriend's," she said, her mouth twisting with disgust. "So unlucky. Of all things, I had to match with some broke girl." My finger slipped. I had a tear mole under my eye in the same spot. The live chat flooded with questions. [How is the sponsor's girlfriend broke?] The streamer gave a short snort and reapplied her lipstick, as if correcting a minor flaw. "He's just messing around. He tricked her into 200,000 dollars in debt. She's so stupid she works multiple jobs to help him pay it off." A chill settled in my chest. My boyfriend also owed 200,000 dollars. She continued, her tone light, "The funniest part? He slept with me for three days. When he left, I asked if he was giving her a taste of honey." She smiled cruelly. "He said all he has to do is claim he's going to work a construction site hauling rebar. The idiot will feel guilty and deliver food all night. So he won't need to please her." Another large cash drop flashed across the screen. The total reached the exact amount I needed. My phone rang. Benjamin's name lit up the display. When I answered, his voice sounded worn down, as if it had scraped against concrete. "Via, we still don't have enough for the tickets," he said. "I hauled rebar and made a little over 40 dollars. I'm heading home now."

Si Elina Lopez ay isang mahirap na babae at ang kanyang ina ay isang Housewife lang. Nang unang mapanood ni Elina sa TV ang isang Billionaire Boy na nag-ngangalang Jacob Brown, sya ay na “Love at 1st sight” dito kahit hindi nya pa ito nakikita at nakakasama in person. Simula nun ay pinangarap ni Elina na pakasalan si Jacob. Sa loob ng “6 Years” ay nag-imagine ng mga wild-fantasy si Elina ukol kay Jacob. At dumating ang isang balita sa Pilipinas na ang Golden Industry na company ng family ni Jacob ay magkakaroon sa Pilipinas for the 1st time. Nang malaman ito ni Elina sya'y nagsumikap na makapasok rito ngunit hindi sya natanggap sapagkat hanggang Grade 12 lang ang kanyang natapos. Ngunit may Best-Friend si Elina na nag-ngangalang Rhea Santos at sya mismo ang gumawa ng paraan upang magkaroon sila ng interview sa Golden Industry. Dumating ang araw ng interview nila Elina at Rhea sa Golden Industry at ito ang unang pagkakataon para kay Elina na makita si Jacob in person. At nagsimula na nga ang interview para sa Golden Industry at si Jacob Brown mismo ang nagtatanong sa mga employees. Nang si Elina na ang sasabak sa interview ay kanyang inamin kay Jacob na mahal nya ito. Nagulat si Jacob sa kanyang nalaman dahil lahat ng babae na kanyang nakakasama at nakikita ay sinasabihan syang mahal sya. Walang magawa si Elina kundi patunayan ang kanyang pagmamahal kay Jacob kaya kanya itong hinalikan. Ang paghalik na iyon ay ang 1st kiss nila Elina at Jacob sa isat-isa. Nagulat at hindi makapaniwala si Jacob sa ginawa ni Elina kaya kanya itong tinangggap sa trabaho kasama ang Best-Friend nito. Pinuntahan ni Jacob si Elina sa bahay nya mismo at doon nya sinabi na kanyang pakakasalan ito dahil sa 1st-kiss. Then their “Love Story” begins…!

Si Sophia Florence ay isang napakagandang babae na may pusong handang magsakripisyo para sa pag-ibig. Limang taon niyang inialay ang kanyang buhay kay Wright William, ang gwapong CEO ng Wright Trading Inc.—isang self-made billionaire na hinubog ng ambisyon at sakripisyo. Ngunit sa kabila ng kanyang tagumpay, ang kanilang kasal ay isang lihim sa mata ng mundo. Si Sophia ang lihim na asawa, ang babaeng laging nasa anino, patuloy na nagmamahal sa isang lalaking hindi kayang ibigay ang buong pagmamahal sa kanya. Sa kanilang ikalimang anibersaryo, pumasok si Sophia sa Wright Tower, dala ang homemade lunch at isang malaking lihim—siya ay buntis. Ngunit sa isang iglap, nagbago ang lahat. Sa gitna ng grand marble lobby, nakita niyang hawak ni Wright ang kamay ng isang babae—si Jane Clyde-Wright, ang "opisyal" na asawa sa mata ng publiko. Ang sakit na dulot ng katotohanan ay parang isang matalim na kutsilyo na sumaksak sa kanyang dibdib, habang siya'y umiiyak, nagiging multo sa sarili niyang kasal. Sa pinakamadilim na sandali ng kanyang buhay, lumitaw si Teddy Smith, ang misteryosong business partner ni Wright—gwapo, mayaman, at puno ng galit para kay Wright. Ibinukas ni Teddy kay Sophia ang pinto ng paghihiganti, ngunit sa kanilang paglalakbay ng lihim na pagmamahal, nagsimulang matuklasan ni Sophia ang mas malalalim na lihim na nagtatago sa kanyang pamilya at ang tunay na motibo ni Teddy. Habang ang mga lihim at pagnanasa ay lumalalim, natutuklasan ni Sophia ang mga madilim na katotohanan bakit itinago ni Wright ang kanilang kasal? Ano ang tunay na layunin ni Teddy? Sa bawat hakbang patungo sa katarungan, kailangan niyang magdesisyon: Mananatili ba siya sa sakit ng nakaraan, o susunod siya sa mapanganib na pag-ibig kay Teddy, na may panganib na magbigay ng kaligtasan... o magdala sa kanya ng kapahamakan?

Dalawang taon nang naniniwalang legal wife si Isabel Cienne Lopez. Pero nang ipa-verify niya ang marriage certificate nila, doon niya nalaman ang totoo. Peke ang kasal nila ng asawa niyang si Joshua Casiño. Gusto niyang komprontahin si Joshua, pero may narinig siyang usapan sa study room nang puntahan niya ito. “Don’t worry, she still trusts me,” kampanteng sabi ng lalaki. “Good,” sagot ng babae. “Basta tandaan mo, ako ang legal wife mo.” Ang kausap nito? Si Sabrina Carpio. Ang dati nilang guidance counselor sa university na anim na taon ang tanda sa kanya. At doon bumagsak ang lahat-lahat para kay Isobel. Limang taon nang kasal ang dalawa, si Joshua at Sabrina. Ibig sabihin, ginamit lang si Isobel bilang shield. Siya ang pinakitang asawa sa publiko. Mas masakit pa, siya ang sinisisi kung bakit wala raw silang anak. Ang pinakamalala? Ang batang inampon nila ay tunay palang anak ng dalawa. Hindi nag-iskandalo si Isobel. Tahimik lang siyang tumawag sa abogado ng pamilya niya. “Attorney, single ako. No husband. No child. Lahat ng inheritance, sa akin lang.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” At umalis siya nang hindi lumilingon. Akala ni Joshua babalik din si Isobel noong umalis ito. “She can’t survive without me, she loves me so much.” Pero ilang linggo lang ang lumipas, napabalita sa buong bansa ang isang engrandeng kasalan. Isang marriage alliance sa pagitan ng isang powerful tycoon at isang biglang lumitaw na heiress. Sa panonood ng TV, nanigas si Joshua. Si Isobel ang bride. Nakatayo siya sa tabi ng lalaking mukhang makapangyarihan, hawak ang kamay nito, confident at malamig ang tingin. “She is my wife,” sabi ng lalaki sa harap ng media. Sa pagkakataong ito, totoo na ang kasal ni Isobel. At doon lang na-realize ni Joshua na hindi pala siya kawalan kay Isobel. Siya ang iniwan, at siya itong maghahabol sa "asawa" na niloko niya ngunit hindi na niya maaabot pa.