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Just when everything was going as planned Joanne was feeling the stress of her wedding and scheduled a doctor's appointment. A couple days later she gets a call that stops her plans in their tracks. "Ms. Hart, you're pregnant." Will all her best days ever come crashing to an end?

Andy has always admired her boss, Harris, from a distance. At a Halloween party, she accidentally gets caught up in a situation where she pretends to be Harris's fianceé. This leads to unexpected marriage contract, and a fake relationship. Now, Andy must navigate this tricky situation and figure out if her feelings for Harris could ever turn into something real.

Natasha Kaufman's life has always been dictated by the blueprint her parents handed her, not by fate. Life never seemed to be on her side, until she was driven into something she could only describe as... intriguing. Michael Montero, the talk of the town, a billionaire blessed with both beauty and wealth. His mysterious aura and his cold and distant personality stir up a flurry of rumors about his personal life. The only person with the key to unlock his Pandora's Box is the chosen one to be his bride, and that person is Natasha. Every bumpy road comes with its fair share of risks and challenges. Will Natasha navigate her way to the depths of Michael's labyrinth heart when he himself struggles to let anyone in? Maybe Natasha will forge her own path. But how? When the only way to break through to him is not through love, but through lust.

My name is Simone Fitzgibbon, a 5-foot 5 woman, with auburn hair and deep hazel eyes. I am also well-known super model Leona Simmons. How is this possible? My father works in prosthetics. He designed a special bodysuit from my waist to my heels. Once I step into it; I have a flawless figure, making me stand at 5-foot 12. It’s also easy to hide my identity once I take it off. Growing up; I attended an elite high school where there were rich, privileged wankers all over the place. Even though I wasn’t rich nor privileged. The biggest wanker of them all was Richard Peterson. He made my life a living hell with his privileged attitude. I was on the receiving end of a lot of his taunts for the last two years of high school. My only problem now; I am to marry his older half-brother Emmett in two days. Our union was sealed when I was 5 by my mother Celeste and his mother Victoria. They were best friends and fellow journalists. That’s before Mum and her died in a car accident when Emmett was 12 and I was 9. Since then, Emmett and Richard’s father Paul; sent Emmett overseas. We haven’t seen each other since.

After eight years of marriage, my husband ignored my protests and brought his so-called cancer-stricken first love into our home. “You heartless woman! You don’t have an ounce of compassion! You’re not even worth a single strand of Luna’s hair!” Even my son chimed in, shouting that if I didn’t let Luna Miller in, he wouldn’t acknowledge me as his mother. That was it. I was done. I divorced him and accepted an invitation to return to the design world—back to the top where I belonged. But then they saw the forged cancer diagnosis. And suddenly, the tears came. “Baby, I was tricked! It was always you—I’ve only ever loved you!” “Mom, don’t leave me! I’m your only child!” I didn’t even look at them. Who let these crazy dogs in? They’re in my way—I’ve got an award to accept.

'What the hell? Where am I? Why can't I move my body?' The last thing she remember was wearing a blue gown to attend her brother's wedding. But why the hell she's in the hospital room? Who are these people calling her in a different name? Where was her family? Wait, who's that strange girl staring at her? "I am leaving. I can't live in this cruel world anymore" "Wait, who are you? Why am I here?" "I am sorry Catherine Davison. Here after you have to live as Katherine Flynn" With that she disappeared as smoke. What did she mean by that ‘I have to live as a Katherine Flynn?’ Catherine Davison life was totally changed upside down. It's true, it’s totally changed upside down.

Imani Carter has everything she once prayed for—a beautiful home, a rising career in public relations, and a husband, Malik, who has loved her since they were teenagers. From the outside, their marriage looks like a dream. Inside, though, it has grown predictable, careful, and a little too quiet. Hoping to bring excitement back into their relationship, Imani agrees to Malik’s suggestion of inviting a third person into their marriage—just for fun, just for adventure, just once. Enter Zariah. Zariah is magnetic, confident, and everything Imani didn’t realize she was craving—spontaneous, emotionally open, and unapologetically free. What begins as an arrangement with rules quickly shifts into something deeper. Imani finds herself drawn not just to Zariah’s beauty, but to the way she makes her feel seen, heard, and alive in ways her marriage hasn’t in years. As Imani’s feelings grow, Malik senses the shift. What he thought would spice up their relationship starts to feel like a threat he can’t control. His charm turns to suspicion, his affection to obsession. The balance of power inside their marriage cracks, revealing jealousy, possessiveness, and a darkness Imani never noticed before. Caught between loyalty and longing, Imani must decide what love really means—and whether following her heart is worth risking everything she built.

I had been with Lars Carter for six years. The head of Midas Capital in Eastwind City, he was a rising star in Riverton's Silver Street—the heart of this nation's financial world. Few knew his true roots. Within him flowed the Vitalus bloodline. Lars descended from an old mafia clan from the city of Virgil in Vitalus, the Viktors. Midas Capital was ours. We built it from the ground up together; Lars would haunt private clubs, ironing out business deals amid drinks. I would stay by his side, doing the accounts, steering the direction of the negotiations, and memorizing every detail of the high-stakes contracts. We did everything together—a tight team. Or so I thought. In my naivete, I was convinced I would rule the city alongside him. The woman behind the man, so to speak. …Until Pearl Ross arrived two months ago. His childhood sweetheart moved from Virgil to Eastwind City. It was then that I knew—she was the one he was waiting for all along. It had always been her. "Lars, I want to get married." Lars' face tightened; hesitation veiled in businesslike concern. "Bianca, you know the company's at a critical stage… We're mid-fundraising. I can't right now." I smiled, calm and composed. "That's fine." He misunderstood. I was getting married—just not to him.

Just starting out with his Call of Duty streams, everyone started idolizing Xhyro for his impeccable gaming skills, until someone keeps on killing him at the game during one of his streams, totally humiliating himself in front of everyone. Having a rough day at work, Genevieve pours out all her emotions during her first match, and when she finds out her opponent is her most-hated streamer for being so obnoxious, she starts targeting him instead, totally forgetting the rules of the game and making Xhyro go crazy for his viewers have already dropped an insane amount. With Xhyro’s madness, he messages Genevieve on the game and in a blink, both kept spouting foul words to each other, officially declaring the other as an enemy. When Xhyro starts looking for Genevieve’s teases and words after a few days, he knew he would be stuck at an impenetrable love.

I’d been married to my husband James for three years. On Valentine’s Day, he gave his stepsister, Mia, one hundred and eighty thousand dollars, along with millions in jewelry. I, on the other hand, received a free bouquet of roses. When I didn’t look thrilled, he accused me of being a gold digger. “Mia never had anyone to care for her growing up. Why are you competing with her? Isn’t being Mrs. Smith enough to feed your vanity?” Furious, I stormed out of the house. When a car lost control and came barreling toward me, he instinctively rushed to protect Mia, who was standing a full ten feet from the road. I was the one who ended up in the hospital. Lying in that bed, I finally gave up. I signed the divorce papers without hesitation. “Giving up the title of Mrs. Smith is the dumbest decision you’ll ever make,” he told me, looking down at me from above before walking away. Seven years later, we met again. He took one glance at my simple dress and laughed out loud. I didn’t bother to respond. I just held my daughter close and waited for her father—the richest man in the city—to arrive.