Oh No The Aunts Are Here

What would you do if your groom had betrayed you right before the wedding? As for Lysia Kingsley, the arrogant heiress of the Kingsley family, she immediately replaced her groom. “I have a good career, beautiful looks, a prominent family, and money. Why would I need a man with rotten morals like you? My husband must be more outstanding than you ever could be.” Those were the last patient words she gave to her cheating ex-boyfriend before starting her revenge plan. Indeed, the flash marriage turned from fake to real. After dumping her ex-boyfriend, she became his aunt when she married Kyle Reinhart -His uncle, also the CEO of the powerful Reinhart Corporation. What was supposed to be just a transaction to end their relationship turned out to be only the beginning. Living together with Kyle for a long time, Lysia gradually developed feelings but she also began to doubt whether this marriage was just a coincidence of fate. And this love... was so seductive that she thought of it as a sweet trap?

On the day of her wedding, she ended up in the hands of a man she had no idea who could be. Instead of being welcomed, she was despised by her parents and replaced by her twin sister, who took her place. Defeated and pregnant by a man she couldn’t remember — a man she wanted only to hate and forget, even without knowing who he was — all she had left was the silent promise to protect the children she carried and run away to survive. But the destiny she tried so hard to escape had never stopped watching her. Because inside her grew three lives marked by the moon and by blood — the children of the Supreme Alpha, the most feared and powerful among all wolves, the very one who should have claimed her as his mate. Among hidden kingdoms, broken pacts, and memories buried by time, she will discover that the love that destroyed her may also be the one to bring her back to life.

"You’re nothing but an asset Thersa. When will you learn? I made you and you belong to me only" Wham! Mr Diego Mondragon hand struck her cheek which forced her to stumble. Thersa thought she’d finally escaped Mondragon’s cruel grasp, but fate had other plans. After losing her child and seeking solace in Rafael’s arms, she dared to love again….only to be dragged back into Mondragon’s world of control and deception. Carrying Rafael’s child, she is forced to hide the truth, allowing Mondragon to believe the baby is his. But when the truth unravels, he refuses to let go…He turned their son against her and demanded she return to him as his wife if she truly loves his son.. "You’re not my mother. You can never be my mother!" he screamed and ran away with tears streaming down his face. Torn between a mother’s love and her passion for Rafael, Thersa betrays him to protect their son, shattering his heart. But Rafael isn't the type to give up. He will do anything to have her back…even if it means facing the devil himself. "I’m telling you, Mondragon….no matter what it takes, even if I have to destroy you…I will win her back. And I will take my son!" he vowed.

My roommate sets me up. She deliberately forces me into a death-trap survival game. As I shut my eyes and wait for death to take me, I realize that the game's bosses can read my mind. "Look at the blood spurting from this baby doll's neck. It's like a fountain of pee." The baby doll is baffled. It's about to launch its ultimate move, but it falters. "Man, look at how this guy is still sweeping the streets when he's so old. Does he not have a pension?" The old man is about to swallow me whole, but he suddenly gets a heart attack. An ambulance takes him away. "Oh, so this is the amusement park's owner. Oh, dear god, he's handsome, albeit a little skinny. I can send him flying with a kick!" The handsome owner's expression darkens. He instantly takes off his shirt to reveal his washboard abs. "Do you still think I'm skinny?"

When I'm on my break, I decide to help my neighbor, Yvonne Cook, fix the gas valve, which has been leaking gas. But she instantly lodges a report, saying that I've gone against the rules. She demands compensation for the shock that she's suffered as well. I don't bother defending myself. Instead, I just write a reflection report. After that, my squad leader sentences me to disciplinary confinement. Yvonne wastes no time gloating in the tenants' group chat. "It's time to teach these power-abusers a good lesson, anyway!" Three days later, a fire breaks out in Yvonne's apartment. Thick plumes of dark smoke keep rising from the burning apartment. Yvonne wails as she bangs on my door and pleads with me. "Please crack open the door and put out the fire!" I can only sigh from behind my front door. "I'm under disciplinary suspension right now, so I can't break protocol. You should wait for the fire truck instead."

Annie Saint-Claire is a woman with an active memory. She daily has to fight constant memories about her husband, Aaron Casey, whom she had lost three years ago. As a widow she has to fight for survival. She is in desperate need of an income. Billionaire Aaron Casey wakes nightly from erotic dreams about a woman whose face keeps eluding him. His frustration and questions about what happened to him makes him a serious man with anger issues and no answers as to why his body has scars. Aaron’s safe place is his office. He trusts no one. He randomly hired a personal assistant unbeknown to him his wife. Annie in her haste to attend an interview has an explosive encounter with her husband, the very man she thought she had lost. He was angry and alive, quick enough to catch her before she collided with the ground. Aaron found himself instantly annoyed yet intrigued with Annie who he impulsively kissed where they stood in a thunderstorm. Annie’s mind and body screaming for answers. Passion and a past have both spiraling out of control. Annie now has the explosive knowledge her husband was alive but completely unaware who she was. One shock look into his eyes…memories flashing through her mind in picture perfect clarity, her heart screaming for completion, demanding she open her broken heart and start rewriting her own heartbeat. Once by all account a forgotten past, now forcing her to reclaim what’s rightfully hers…you are mine: I am yours…

It's been ten years now and I've programmed my brain to forget her little did I know that I was deceiving myself. Things changed when I saw her. She looked different. She wasn't the same little girl I had fallen in love with. She was now a grown woman. She was gorgeous. I needed her beneath me just for one night. I'd get her out of my system and move on. That was probably a lie. Months later. Here I am drowning my sorrow in alcohol on my last night as a single man. I was getting married to a woman I never truly loved. Tara gave me a shy smile as she approached the aisle with her father. Kelsey looked away and ignored me. I was about to slide the ring on Tara's finger and her father's voice stopped me. "Stop." I turned around and faced him. Tara grabbed his hand angrily. "Dad what are you doing?!" Tara yelled furiously.

No dia em que a cunhada do meu marido, que morava sozinha, entrou em trabalho de parto, o meu marido me arrastou à força para o hospital para induzirem o meu parto, mesmo eu ainda estando só com sete meses de gestação. Ele me trancou na sala de parto, com a expressão tensa, e falou, desesperado: — Agatha Braga, o bebê que a Daise Diniz carrega tem uma doença raríssima. Se nascer assim, vai morrer logo que vier ao mundo. O médico disse que precisa do sangue do cordão umbilical e de células‑tronco especiais colhidas durante o parto pra salvar a vida dele! Meu irmão já morreu, eu tenho a obrigação de cuidar dela e da criança! Quando a agulha de dez centímetros para induzir o parto entrou no meu corpo, as contrações me rasgaram por dentro de um jeito que eu comecei a suar frio. No meio daquela dor, eu encarei o rosto dele e questionei, quase sem fôlego: — Eliel Paiva, a gravidez da Daise sempre correu bem. Como é que, de uma hora pra outra, o bebê dela tem uma doença tão rara? Eu é que precisei segurar a gravidez o tempo todo, e mesmo assim você quer que o nosso filho nasça antes da hora. Isso não é só acabar com a vida dele, é acabar com a minha também! Eliel franziu a testa, me segurou com força e me prendeu na cama do hospital: — Agatha, o médico já explicou. É só fazer o nosso filho nascer dois meses antes. Não vai acontecer nada com ele! Quando ele ouviu os gritos de dor da Daise na sala ao lado, pareceu se lembrar de alguma coisa. Me lançou um olhar cheio de desconfiança e disse: — Não vai me dizer que, só porque eu vivo cuidando da Daise, você quer aproveitar essa chance pra se livrar dela, né? Eu já te falei que só cuido dela por causa do meu irmão. Como é que você consegue ser tão cruel? Eu senti o sangue escorrendo por baixo de mim e comecei a chorar de desespero. Agarrei o pulso dele com o pouco de força que me restava e supliquei, com a voz quebrada, que, se ele poupasse o meu filho, eu aceitava o divórcio e deixava os dois livres pra ficarem juntos. Eliel me lançou um olhar impaciente, gelado, e respondeu: — Você está delirando. Eu sou o pai do nosso bebê. Como é que eu ia querer fazer mal pra ele? Quando o sangue do cordão umbilical do meu bebê e as minhas células‑tronco foram usados no bebê da Daise e o médico anunciou que mãe e filho estavam fora de perigo, só então o Eliel se lembrou de que também tinha uma esposa e uma criança esperando por ele em outra sala. Mas, quando ele empurrou a porta do meu quarto, não foi o choro do nosso bebê que encontrou. Sobre a cama, esperavam apenas dois pedaços de papel: as duas certidões de óbito: a minha e a do meu filho.

Durante cuatro años fui su secretaria y durante cuatro años calenté su cama. Lo sabía todo, desde los negocios de su familia hasta los secretos que me susurraba por las noches. Pero para él, yo no era más que un juguete al que podía recurrir cuando quisiera. En cuanto su primer amor, Sofía Costa, regresó al país, él me humilló sin pensarlo dos veces. La besó en una iglesia de Sicilia, me abandonó en una carretera, empapada por la lluvia con un corte de veinticinco centímetros en la pantorrilla, y luego me despidió con una frase fría y mordaz. Dijo que yo era alguien sin importancia, alguien a quien simplemente podía ignorar. Ella agitó el tulipán de peluche que él le había obsequiado delante de mí. —Yo soy la única a la que ama. Tú solo eras una sustituta. Mientras reconstruía mi vida en Northport y por fin encontraba algo de paz, este despiadado Don de la mafia se arrodilló frente a mi puerta, con los ojos rojos de emoción. —Elena, vuelve conmigo. Pateé su mano lejos con una sonrisa. —Tu supuesta devoción me repugna.

Hiding your fantasies is hard, especially when your best friend features in every one. I'm the good, innocent girl with a guilty obsession for erotic books. And the man who fuels all those fantasies? My best friend. Those veiny hands set my thighs on fire, and his deep voice twists my insides with desire. But he never knew. And I could never tell him– not when he flirts with everyone and only sees me as his baby sister. Until one reckless night of drinks and games lands me in his bed. Now I’m not sure I ever want to leave. But best friends shouldn't touch you like this. Best friends shouldn't make you squirt this good. But when a sudden arranged marriage threatens to tear us apart, our secret is exposed in a blaze of scandal, turning stolen moments into a bitter need for revenge. So how do I explain this to my parents? Since they still think I'm a virgin?