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EXTRACT.... I felt a hand snuck behind my back and flicked my eyes open. Before I could realize it, I was sitting on Zain's lap facing him. How did I end up on his lap? I struggled to get down but he held my waist, making it hard for me to get up from his lap. "Zain, are you insane? Let me down." I screamed and he covered my mouth with his right hand. "Stop shouting, people will hear you." He said and I glared at him. He chuckled and pulled his hand away from my mouth. "I miss you, I have been thinking about you since morning." He said, his hot breath fanning my chest. I was not in for his game this midday so I struggled to get down but he would not let me. " Zain, I beg you let me go," I retorted to begging. "You did not hear what I said huh?" He asked, laughing at me with his eyes. "I heard you but please can you let me down, anyone can see you or your wife can even walk through at any moment," I tried to reason with him but it looked like his demons were at work. "You know, I am suddenly horny and I want to get you under me. That's the only way I can let you go. I want to have you right here right now." . . . Loving can be hard especially in cases where the person you are loving is unreachable. That's the situation Jenny Thompson found herself in, in love with her ex, Zain Zidat, who is now married to her sister, Susan. With both being under the same roof, can the heart stop going for what it wants? Find out in this story of love and betrayal. *BOOK 1*

When my son asked me about his father while crying once again, I pointed at the television. Samuel Shaw, who had just made it into the top three of the wealth rankings, was being interviewed. He said he had achieved fame and success, and the person he hated most was his childhood sweetheart and ex-wife. “She abandoned me when I was gravely ill, all for the sake of money. But it was that very betrayal that pushed me to rise from the ashes in my darkest hour.” The reporters grew excited and suggested contacting me on the spot. "She must be filled with regret, begging Mr. Shaw to take her back!" My phone rang right then. I answered and immediately asked for money. "Samuel, my son is sick. Could you lend me sixty thousand dollars?" He abruptly hung up the phone and said with a cold laugh, "Knowing she's living so miserably gives me peace of mind." Looking at the kidney failure report in my hand, I silently wept. Six years ago, I secretly donated one of my kidneys to Samuel. Now, his son was suffering from the same disease and didn't have much time left.

Damon Carrington is used to having his every desire fulfilled. But there's one thing he craves above all else… his little stepsister. Having her would be taboo, twisted and sick, which is exactly what makes it so utterly irresistible to Damon. Since her arrival, Lily Jensen's sweetness and innocence has captivated Damon. But he's not the only one affected. His brother, Aiden Carrington, wants Lily just as much. For a long time, they thought they could get whatever they wanted out of her. They played around with her as if she was a new toy for them to use and abuse. Then discard. But Lily is no longer the sweet girl she once was. Their corruption transformed her into a woman consumed by a desire for revenge. Now Lily is determined to destroy the Carrington brothers, just as hard as they destroyed her once. As the lines between love, lust, and vengeance blur, the stage is set for a twisted game of betrayal and desire where no one will emerge unscathed.

Louisa Woods, after discovering she wasn't the biological daughter of the man she had been calling dad for nineteen years, but that of her mum's secret lover Conrad, becomes every man's sexy, attractive worst nightmare. Love knocks; Things change when Mason, her teenage one sided lover, returns from Australia looking ten times more attractive than when she lastly set eyes on him. Will her loathe for him plus, her loathe for men give him a chance with her as they work hand in glove with each other? There is a skeleton in every cupboard; Louisa and Mason both have secrets which they might end up spilling to each other or forever remain speechless as long as Hawaii can accommodate them. You must read 'Married to a stripper' to facilitate understanding

I went to the bar to blow off steam. He went to escape his world. Neither of us expected that moment. One too many drinks and I did the unthinkable. I kissed a stranger. Not just a kiss. A desperate, heated, reckless mess of lips and need. Right there in the corner of the bar, I kissed him like he belonged to me. And for a second… it felt like he did. No names. No promises. No consequences. When I walked into my new job the next morning, and saw him behind the desk. Matteo Russo. Billionaire. CEO. Cold-hearted devil in a tailored suit. And now? My boss. He remembers every detail. So do I. How long can I survive working under the man whose touch still burns on my lips?

“I am your mate, choose me.” I heard the same thing from three different men. First from my Mafia husband and then from my Best friend, the Alpha king and then the last time from my enemy, the wizard who wants me dead but now claims to love me.  Taking a deep breath, I signed and saw all of them looking at me expecting me to choose one of them.  It felt nice to know three most powerful men of the world are in front of you begging to accept them as your mate and it made me smirk at them instead.  “I, the princess of the Blora kingdom.. "They came closer in the hope of kissing me after I chose one of them, “Reject all three of you.”

"Le--Leave Me, Christian" I stuttered, as his closeness was driving me crazy. I was screaming in my mind to push him away, I belonged to someone else but... my heart was ditching at that moment, telling me to melt in his arms again and drown in the pleasure pool. He seemed to be the firm rock in my solitude providing me light in my mafia dark world. Ivanna being the simple girl was a love-struck fool until she was dumped by the man, whom she loved dearly. Her life then reversed a whole 180 degrees when a stranger entered simultaneously with her ex's entry, who wanted forgiveness and to get back with her. Ivanna was left with two choices: one who had been a complete stranger to her but brought immense happiness and light while the other with whom she had a complicated past. Who will she choose? .

A normal girl just as usual working every day. This changed when she met a demon. She made a contract with the demon to help her. She just want to use her demon, but she find that she can't help fall in love with the Demon

Lisa is a beautiful young girl who is working as a drawing instructor. She was in love with her boyfriend Daniel Brooke, who is an aspiring lawyer, for two years but her parents are pressuring her to get married to their chosen bridegroom Carl Black, who is a professor. Lisa asked Daniel to get married but he refused as he wanted to concentrate on his career. His dream is to be a famous lawyer like his father. To get success and fame he engaged with the daughter of the Mayor of their city which broke Lisa totally and decided to move on and get married to Carl Black. Initially, she was confused and not in love with Carl Black but slowly she started developing feelings for him, but Daniel was not ready to leave her. He tried to get her back in his life and created a misunderstanding between Lisa and Carl Black and their married life became like a living hell. Can they overcome all the odds and save their marriage?

On the day of the company's annual gala, my CEO husband suddenly assigned me an unexpected business trip. The plane had barely touched down when I received a call from his young assistant. Before I could utter a word, her voice came through, "Matty, did you send Daphne on that business trip just so we could spend more time together?" And then, as if to hammer the nail deeper into my heart, I heard his unmistakable tone—light, indulgent, full of affection, "What do you think, silly girl?" Her laughter rang out before she teased, "Then tonight, let's try something new. I promise you'll be satisfied..." The call ended amidst a swirl of suggestive murmurs. Staring at my phone, I waged a silent war with the pain gripping my chest. Again and again, I dialed his number, each attempt met with either silence or the cruel finality of his phone being switched off. Finally, I let out a bitter laugh, tucking the phone away as if to bury the wound it carried. From that moment on, I resolved—no more questions, no more efforts to understand this man who had once been my whole world. But fate has its own irony. Later, it was he who came back, pleading, begging me to love him again.