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Aubrey's world crumbles when she receives photos of her husband, Ryder, in bed with her sister, Sage. But the final blow comes when she finds out she's pregnant. Despite the betrayal, Aubrey wants to leave the marriage with dignity. She files for divorce, but Ryder refuses. As the days go by, Ryder's mental abuse escalates, pushing Aubrey to her limits. The stress takes a toll on her body, and she suffers a miscarriage. The loss of her child is the final straw. Consumed by grief and anger, Aubrey sees red. She's ready for revenge against the man who destroyed her life. Ryder, still refusing to let her go, has no idea what's coming. Aubrey begins to gather evidence of Ryder's infidelity and manipulation, determined to expose him for the monster he is. She'll stop at nothing to make him pay for his sins, even if it means destroying herself in the process. As the battle between Aubrey and Ryder intensifies, secrets and lies begin to unravel. Sage, the mastermind behind the destruction of their marriage, will also face the consequences of her actions. In the end, only one thing is certain: Aubrey will have her revenge, no matter the cost.

Congratulations!! You got what you wanted. But don't get very happy. From now on, your life is going to change. You will regret your decision to marry me. Welcome to hell, Mrs Dhruv Goyal." My husband said to me right after we got married. ** In a whirlwind of deceit and broken promises, Mahima finds herself trapped in a marriage with Dhruv, a man who promised to make her life a living hell. As the cruel taunts and infidelity pile up, Mahima's only solace is the hope for a better tomorrow. But when fate takes a sharp turn, leaving Dhruv to grapple with the ghosts of his past and the uncertainty of his future, he finds himself drawn to a mysterious stranger who bears an uncanny resemblance to Mahima. Can he unravel the secrets of their intertwined destinies, or will he be forever trapped in a cycle of regret and longing? Join Dhruv on a journey of self-discovery and redemption as he navigates the treacherous waters of love and forgiveness.

"How bad do you want it? Is it strong enough for you to become my pet." His hands wrapped around her neck, and his voice a low growl as a deadly smile played on his lips. *** Bella knew the Mystery Cafeteria Boy was trouble from the first time she saw him. He was the one that was going to blow up her cover and uncover her past. Stuck in the same grade she had no other choice but to make a deal to become his pet. Could he bully his pet? Yes. Fall in love with his pet? Hell no.

BOOK TWO OF FATED TO MY LYCAN BROTHER The goddess's disdain for me reached its peak at this moment. Slade had slipped away, his breath fading in my arms. But how did he transform into Rafael, the leader of the rogues in the Eclipse Moon Pack? "You reek of blood, I spill," Rafael sneered, his Italian accent oozing with disdain. "Then end me," I murmured, swallowing hard as anxiety coursed through my veins. It wasn't mere proximity or desire that quickened my pulse. No, it was the dangerous gleam in his eyes—a promise of peril and sinful pleasure. "I have other methods," he replied, placing a paper on the table. "I'm rejecting you." "Why?" I stuttered, my eyes widening as I stared at the paper. "I used you, my dear. Your mission is complete. Return to your pack..." ______________ Winter, cast aside once more, fell into the clutches of the Rogue King. Divorced and rejected within a single day, she believed nothing could be worse—until she discovered him with another woman in their shared bed! Seeking answers about the uncanny resemblance between Slade and Rafael and questioning if he genuinely was her destined mate, Winter embarked on a quest for truth. He was Rafael—the deranged King of Rogues— both feared and revered; a forgotten past haunted him. The woman who had plagued his dreams had materialised before him, holding the key to his enigma. Yet, an unexplainable urge to push her away filled him whenever she drew near. Their fragile connection faced turmoil when a jealous ex-lover interfered, leaving Winter suffocating in anguish as she cursed the goddess responsible for her repetitive agony. Rafael, realising too late their destined bond, clung desperately to their fragile union. Would Winter forgive him? And would they uncover the answers they yearned for?

Blair endured a marriage of convenience with the renowned racing driver, Ethan, for three long years. Despite her love and devotion, all she received in return were betrayal and humiliation. When Blair finally gathers the courage to divorce Ethan, fate deals her a cruel blow in the form of a car accident. Shockingly, the vehicle responsible for her injuries is none other than her ex-husband Ethan's car itself! Determined to sever all ties with Ethan and vanish from his life, Blair concocts a plan to fake her own death. However, she knows she cannot leave Ethan's life without a lasting reminder, and the most poignant reminder of all is the child growing within her womb.

"Do you Mrs Chantel McCarty take Mr Dominic Winfrey as your lawfully wedded husband till death do you apart?" The priest ask the average woman glaring at the man on a retro suit. If look could kill, then Dominic would be unconscious right now. "No, I don't" her replied shocked everyone especially her parents. "As the matter fact, I know nothing about this " she added. The priest eyes was widened like that of a watermelon. "But who cares, I don't have damn right to make my own decision. I'm sure Mr Demonic, oh sorry, I meant to say Dominic, would say Yes, so you should proceed Mr Priest, there's no need for you to ask since you know you can't stop this wedding. Gawd! my foot is killing me" She reach down and took off her heels. When she was done she took a deep breath and smiled to everyone in the hall not noticing Dominic cold glare on her. "Mr Dominic Winf..." "Yes I do" Dominic glared at the Priest who shuddered in fear. Poor him. "I now pro..noun you both a..as Hus..band a..and wife" The priest stammer. The wife was crazy and the husband was scary. ___ Being the most feared and ruthless Billionaire, Dominic Winfrey had a lot of rivals. Due to the pressure from his family to settle down and in order to protect his company from hostile take over, he have no choice but to proposed a marriage to the McCarthy family first daughter. The two families decided to merge for business collaboration. Unfortunately for him, Chantel McCarthy wasn't that type of a submissive woman. In fact she is the opposite of a perfect wife. Soon, series of comic events escalates in between them.

Belle Miller at twenty three decides to lose her virginity to a stranger she met via an app named sex mate. After her one night stand with Ben, she hopes not to see him again but fate disagrees and lead her to him again. She finds out he is the famous Billionaire Ben Larkson and didn't know how to feel about it. On the other hand Ben wants her and even though he believes he doesn't love her just because he isn't a romantic, he still acts possessive over her. Read through to find out how his obsession for Belle turns into love, how he falls in love with her through their lust. Teaser:. Ben finished what he was reading before giving his attention to the Mrs Johnson he was expecting. Looking up from his laptop he saw a familiar face walking clumsily to his desk, wearing a shirt and a corporate trouser, with her papers scattered in her hands. Was she the Mrs Johnson? Did she lie about her name on the app? But she looked so innocent to do that. Belle Miller, he could remember her name from that night, it had been in his head all through Sunday. If she was the Mrs Johnson, then she was married, did she really make up a name? But then again, she was a virgin, he was her first, so she probably was a new bride. With all this thought on his mind, he just sat there gazing at her in shock. Did she use him? Did she use him to get her one night fling before beginning her married life? 'She was married.' It couldn't be, he wanted her again in his bed, he wanted this woman and she was married!

He looked at me, his piercing eyes cold and sharp. “What do you want?” he asked, his tone irritated. “Cat got your tongue?” Fear gripped me, but I couldn’t back down. Not when proving my love was on the line. My hands trembled, but I managed to speak. “Hunter Steele...” I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper. “Will you... will you marry me?” His brows furrowed, and he tilted his head slightly. “What?” ANYA BLAKE ____________________________________ I can’t remember the last time I willingly let a woman get so close. To me, they were a necessary evil....useful when needed, and avoided afterward. But when a young woman, trembling yet determined, stepped in front of me and asked the most ridiculous question I’d ever been asked, I felt something I hadn’t felt in years: a spark. And when I kissed her, it awakened something in me—a feeling I hadn’t known existed. Her innocence intrigued me and I wanted to be the one to claim her, to mold her......to make her mine. HUNTER STEELE

Sold like a circus animal. Collared, forced into misery and self-hatred. With a single blow, she hopes to change her life, only to find herself trapped again. Ocean has no idea what freedom means, but she desires nothing more than a taste of it. The secrets hidden from her will unfold before her eyes, no one can escape the truth. ~~~ The book excerpt: "Here, I have a key to your heart," I left the key in my palm, metal, and skin together. I stumbled upon the ancient artwork in the locker rooms. It caught my attention because it resembles a dagger, so I took it and waited for the perfect opportunity. "Silly girl, that is not the key to my heart. Pathetic attempt." Vladimir growls in disgust. If I'm lucky, I'll be free by the end of the night. Taking the first step toward my destruction, I grin and move my hips in time with the slow music in the background. Vladimir swallows, his Adam's apple bobbles in his throat. The vampire's eyes focus on the crook of my neck as I stop directly in front of him. I place my palm on his chest, guide my fingertips down to his abdominal muscles, a corner of my lip twitches in disgust. When he closes his eyes, I take the opportunity to plunge the key directly into his heart, smiling as his eyes shoot open and he looks down at me in horror. "Are you still convinced I don't have the key to your heart?" I ask, grab him by the collar, and pull him closer. My lips nearly touch his ear as I whisper, "It fits."