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In the enchanting city of Jaisalmer, Jaivardhan Singh Rathore reigns as both a striking prince and the ambitious CEO of the prestigious Rathore Group. With his magnetic charm and undeniable arrogance, he’s the epitome of every girl's fantasy husband. Yet behind his rugged exterior lies a heart shrouded in grief, forever altered by the tragic loss of his wife during childbirth. Now, with his darling daughter as his sole focus, the relentless pressure from his family to remarry looms over him like a dark cloud. Meanwhile, Anaira, a brilliant and compassionate orphan striving for her MBA, lives a humble life under the care of her father’s friend. Though viewed as a daughter by him, his wife’s discontent casts a shadow over her existence. But fate intervenes dramatically when Anaira uncovers her true identity as a lost princess, catapulting her from the confines of poverty to a dazzling new world of wealth and opportunity. As secrets unfurl and destinies intertwine, Jaivardhan’s life takes an unexpected twist when he learns that he may not be the biological son of Yashvardhan. This revelation sends him spiraling into a whirlwind of questions about his identity and the hidden truths of his family's past. Get ready for a thrilling ride of romance, discovery, and the quest for belonging!

Having to deal with the hot, handsome playboy and a famous jock in her school. Alexandra hates Davis Beckett to the core. He was every girl's dream but Alexandra made up her mind not to fall for him, she had someone she loves, who turns out to be her father's best friend. Things turn out rough for Alexandra when she finds out that the one guy, Davis Beckett who she hates so much turns out to be her stepbrother. What is she to do? She was to stay in the same home and go to the same school with Davis. Would her hateful feeling towards Davis grow stronger or not? Read 'In Lust with stepbrother' to find out.

After my older sister Rachelle came home from dialysis, the atmosphere at home was suffocating. She curled up on the couch, thin as a rail. She was nagging me hard and telling me not to tire myself out too much at work. Dad was by the door smoking. To get money to treat Rachelle’s condition, he had sold our old house and land. Dirty and muddied, my fiance, who had always viewed Rachelle as a sister of his own, brought home his week’s salary. They all lamented how unfair life was to already poor and suffering people who had to suffer even more. I looked at myself in the mirror with my bleeding nose and flushed away the report with my acute leukemia diagnosis. During dinner, Dad suddenly said, “Ryleigh, Rachelle needs a kidney. You’re healthy and young. You might be a match.” I looked at Rachelle’s pleading eyes and coldly put my cutlery down. “I won’t do it. I’ll be a cripple with one less kidney. How am I supposed to find someone to marry then?” Dad slapped me hard, even as my fiance called me ungrateful. I slammed the door shut as I left. I looked for the nearest room to the hospital to rent so that I could wait it out until I died. The room I found was only five blocks away from the organ donation center.

My husband's first love had been trapped in a car for an hour. After they pulled her out, his rage shifted onto me. “It’s your fault she got hurt,” he spat, his eyes blazing as he grabbed me. Before I could make sense of what was happening, he forced me into a wooden box, slamming the lid down with a deafening crack. “You’re going to feel every ounce of the pain she went through,” he hissed, nailing it shut. I pounded on the walls, my screams tearing through the air. “Please, I didn’t do anything! Let me out!” My throat burned with the effort, my fists aching, but nothing stopped him. “Stay in there until you’ve figured out how to act like a decent human being,” he said, his voice cold, dripping with contempt. Hours passed. My body twisted unnaturally in the tight space, bones throbbing as blood smeared the wood beneath me. I whispered into the dark, the pain unbearable. "Please… just let me out…" But he didn’t care. A week later, he returned, his laughter echoing with hers as they entered the house, carefree from their trip. He finally opened the box. But by then, I was already gone. The woman he locked away was no longer breathing, no longer pleading. Just a cold, silent corpse.

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“Honey, our daughter can’t marry a loser. She is our only child, we can not hand her over to a nobody, especially at such a cruiser time.” Catherine’s mother cried out to her husband. “So, an underdog for a husband. How ironic! As the saying goes, 'like mother, like daughter.”Chloe teased in a low voice, making sure that only Catherine could hear those words. Although Rome said nothing, his blood was boiling with rage and thirst for revenge. “I'll be back,” Rome said.

Blurb: Quincy's a resilient single mother and nurse. Battling with life struggles and stumbling against her vengeful brother-in-law. when she reunites with Maxwell, a prince and CEO trapped in a perfunctory marriage, in a chance encounter, they don’t recognize each other as their childhood sweetheart the ones were. As they grow closer, and amid a city lockdown, their past love is rekindled, but trust is tested as hidden secrets, betrayal and shocking revelations resurface. Will Quincy's strength and resilience lead her to love that's real? or will their chances of happiness slip through their fingers? Will Maxwell leave is marriage for his childhood sweetheart? Discover the gripping tales of love, secrets, and betrayal in “ Royal Hearts in Lockdown.”

Elara, a human, had been invisible most of her life—ignored by her father, who lived only to serve the pack; abandoned by her mother, who left; and dismissed by wolves who couldn’t care less. But the night she witnessed the future Alpha murder his best friend—the heir of a rival pack—Elara wished for nothing more than to vanish again. Instead, every eye turned to her—as Kaelen Duskbane’s supposed new lover, the heir to the Duskbane pack. Dragged into a dangerous game where deception is a weapon and loyalty can kill, she had become a target in plain sight. Behind Kaelen’s shadow lurked something darker than anyone dared to whisper, and Elara was standing far too close. Caught between ruthless heirs, bitter rivalries, and secrets carved in blood, Elara must decide: keep her head down and survive… or risk everything by stepping into Kaelen’s world. Because in the opulent halls of the Duskbane estate, humans don’t feast with wolves— they are devoured by them.

Ada Okonkwo came to England with a master's degree and a broken heart she never fully acknowledged. Three years later, she is one of Sunridge Care Home's most dedicated workers the one who remembers every resident's favourite biscuit, who sings softly during the morning rounds, who gives love so freely to others that she has forgotten how to receive it herself. When social worker Daniel Osei walks into her care home for a routine assessment, Ada barely notices. But Daniel notices her the fierce way she advocates for her residents, the warmth she carries like a second uniform. Between demanding shifts, late-night phone calls with her mother in Nigeria, and the quiet wisdom of Gerald, an 81-year-old resident who sees Ada more clearly than she sees herself, love finds a way to clock in right on time. A story about care, connection, and the courage it takes to finally let someone take care of you.

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