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"You're soaking wet for me," He murmured, his warm breath dancing across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His thumb traced a gentle path along my jaw, his touch igniting a spark within me. His eyes gleamed with a raw hunger, their intensity making my heart skip a beat. I felt a flutter in my chest, despite the warning bells ringing in my mind. "Say it" he whispered, his lips inches from mine. 'Say you want me, Maya.' I hated him. I knew I shouldn't be doing this. He had hurt me before, and I shouldn't be giving him the power to hurt me again. But I couldn't deny that I still had some feelings for him. After all, I had loved him before I even knew what love meant. I was certain he'd hurt me again. This time, I wasn't sure I'd ever recover from it. I closed my eyes and whispered the words that would certainly lead to my doom " I want you" . . . After being humiliated and abandoned by her in-laws, Maya found herself working as a stripper to make ends meet for herself and her baby. A few years later, she came back determined to exert revenge on all those who wronged her. But she was faced with some conflicted emotions. How would she deal with this? Will she let go of her grudges and forgive the people who hurt her? Or will she make them pay at all costs?

“Dominic—” I breathed, trying to push him away, but he was stronger. His arms closed around me like a vise, and before I could stop him, his mouth found the curve of my neck. Soft. Demanding. Devastating. I gasped, the fight bleeding out of me as his lips grazed the sensitive skin of my neck just below my ear, sending molten shivers down my spine. “Don’t fight me, Selene,” he murmured against my skin. “You don’t have to fight me.” My hands trembled where they clutched his shirt. Oh God, Oh God. *** When Selene walks in on her husband cheating with the woman she once called her best friend, her world shatters. One reckless night leads her into the arms of a mysterious stranger—only to discover he’s Dominic Lancaster, her ex-husband’s powerful and ruthless older brother. Dominic has his own reasons for seeking revenge against his younger brother, and he makes Selene a bold offer: marry him, give him an heir, and together, they’ll destroy the man who wronged them both. But as the lines between their arrangement and real emotions begin to blur, Selene realizes she may have made a deal with the devil himself. And the biggest secret of all? She’s already carrying his child.

After ten years of dedication, Syra is divorced by her Alpha, who goes back to his first love. Feeling betrayed, she enters a love game with her former Mate and fiancé that she abandoned. The game... “Let’s play a game,” I purred. “You’ve got three months. In that time, you can try any type of flirting, seducing, or courting—bad boy style. Pull every trick you’ve got. Make me want you. And if, by any chance, my heart so much as skips a beat when I see that ridiculously handsome face of yours? You win. You mark me, and I’m yours.” “Any kind of flirting?” he asked, amused now. I nodded. “Yeah, bad boy. All of it. Make me want you. But if you fail… then I use you for a year—your name, your power, your resources—and after that, you release me. So… what do you say, Mr. Steinhart? In or out?”

“Will you give me your life in exchange for your father's?” He whispered in my ears, as he traced down my face, to the skin on my neck, with the cold edge of his gun. “No… Irene, don't…,” my father begged faintly from where he lay, straining against the grip of Diego’s men. "Yes,” I blurted out, a tremor in my voice. “If that's what it takes, then… Take me!” I surrendered, closing my eyes. *** How far would you go to protect the ones you love? Would you trade your soul to the devil to save theirs? Well, I did. I, Irene Herrera, offered myself to the Mafia Devil, Diego Vargas, in exchange for my father's life. I became his captive bride. He put me through hell, yet… I refused to break. I played his game, but I made my own rules, breaking his. I challenged him at every chance, defying the Almighty Diego. He was captivated by my rebellious spirit. As we drew closer, I started to see the man behind the mask, he was hurt, lonely, and haunted by the ghost of his lost love. I was drawn to his broken heart. Soon, the lines between captor and captive blurred for us, as we lost ourselves in a flaming love affair. But what happens when I learn that my long lost sister was Diego’s ex-lover, involved in a plot to destroy him? This conspiracy arises again and Diego’s life is threatened. I face a choice to either seize this chance to escape, and leave him to die, or stay and protect the man I now love, even if it could cost me my life. Whatever choice I make, Love or survival, am I justified? What would you do if you were in my shoes?

My husband, Joaquin Landon, is a renowned wax sculptor. He hangs up on me when I call him to save my life so he can focus on the wax sculpture his cousin wants. Amphetamine is injected into my system, so my mind is clear as I watch my nails get removed one by one. Every inch of my skin is covered in burning hot wax. My hair and lashes are plucked off, and my organs are ground. Steel pipes are inserted into my legs, and I'm turned into a wax sculpture. Joaquin sees me during an exhibition. His colleague tells him that the wax sculpture he sees looks eerily like me, but he merely looks disgusted. "All she does is cause trouble and act unreasonably. She's better off dead." What he doesn't know is that I already am. Joaquin doesn't recognize that I'm the wax sculpture before him.

“I wanted you since the first time I saw you in that lingerie,” he said, his voice low and rough. “It’s been making me go crazy.” I should’ve been thinking clearly, figuring out if he suspected me. But I wasn’t. I was too busy pulling down his pajama pants, needing to feel more of him. He stood up just for a second to take them off, and then he was fully naked. He looked even hotter than I imagined—muscular but not bulky, with a line of dark hair going down to his hard length. He grabbed my panties and pulled them down my legs. Then he got on top of me again, his warm skin touching mine. He kissed me hard as he got between my legs.

On the night of the Moonbinding Ceremony, where alphas across the land come to claim their mates, Selene attends only to witness her childhood love, Kaith, betroth another she-wolf. Heartbroken, she sneaks away—only to be hunted down and claimed by the one wolf no one dared defy… Draven Nightbane—the cursed Alpha King of the Nightbane Pack, feared for his monstrous form, one that never fully shifts into a wolf. Marked as a half-beast, his entire life has been a battle against his own bloodthirsty instincts. He wakes up from his cursed slumber only to pick scent of his mate and rushes off to mark her. Claim her and own her. “You belong to me now, little wolf.” “Alpha King Draven Nightbane has marked you as his.”

Scarlett I was in love with Archer. He was my everything- the one I was so sure I would end up with. Until fate ripped my world apart. Because my mate wasn't Archer. It was him. Adrian Blackwood. The cocky, entitled, and unapologetic Alpha who believed the world revolved around him. A notorious heartbreaker who toyed with hearts like they were nothing… He was everything I swore I'd never want. Yet the one temptation I couldn't escape. One touch sets my skin on fire. One stare unravels me completely. Adrian was forbidden, a fire waiting to consume me… and he’s relentless Now I'm caught in a deadly game of love between two rival brothers. Two men. One heart. Do I fight for the man I love or surrender to the one fate has chosen for me? ******* Adrian She was already mine. The moment fate tied her to me, it was done. Sealed. Unbreakable. But Scarlett? She refuses to accept it. Her heart belongs to Archer, my step-brother. My greatest enemy. That should have made me walk away. But I didn't. Because no matter how much she fights it, she is mine. Mine to ruin. Mine to claim. Mine to protect. I never chased. Never got attached. But for Scarlett, I’d break every damn rule.

"Asal Abang tau, jika eneng tuh disuruh bercerai dari Abang, karena Abang dianggap miskin." Risma, seorang perempuan desa yang menikah dengan Riswan, pemuda dari luar desanya yang mengaku sebagai yatim piatu dan tidak punya sanak saudara. Rumah tangga mereka selalu dihina dan direndahkan oleh saudara-saudaranya, termasuk oleh bapaknya sendiri, Juragan Hasyim, karena kehidupan mereka yang miskin.Risma selalu membela suaminya, tidak mempermasalahkan kehidupannya yang susah karena merasa tidak pernah menyusahkan keluarga besarnya. Riswan yang penyabar walaupun selalu dihina membuat Risma merasa kesal. Risma tidak mempermasalahkan hidupnya yang susah, tetapi dia tidak terima jika orang miskin dianggap tidak punya harga diri.Riswan pada akhirnya mengetahui jika istrinya itu dipaksa untuk bercerai dengannya, hingga akhirnya dia pergi meninggalkan istri dan anak-anaknya, dan kembali lagi dengan menunjukkan siapa diri dia yang sebenarnya.

It was a taboo… An attraction that should have been forbidden from the start. But he was gorgeous, sinfully attractive and insanely seductive. How was she supposed to resist him when those eyes made her skin burn? How was she supposed to walk away when his presence intoxicated her like a drug? Silver-streaked hair, full sleeve tattoos, piercings above those slashed brows and those mesmerizing seafoam eyes that made her whimper with every glance, Roman was her biggest fantasy. A forbidden fruit she couldn't even look at, unless… He offered her a taste. Even at that, there were so many ways this could go wrong… especially when he was married to another.