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Emma Blanton twists her ankle, and my fiance, Matthew Harrison, insists on becoming her personal chauffeur. When I voice my disapproval, he makes an even more outrageous decision. He moves Emma into my apartment at Bellemont District—the apartment I bought with my own money. He argues like he's the victim, "You're being selfish. She's injured, and living alone is too dangerous for her right now. I'm just being a decent human being. "And that place is sitting empty anyway. Having someone there helps with security." On the morning we were supposed to get our marriage certificate, he doesn't show up. I call, expecting apologies. Instead, I hear, "Emma had a fever this morning—101 Fahrenheit. I had to take her to urgent care. We can postpone getting the marriage certificate. Her health can't wait." To hell with postponing! I grab my phone and call David Rockefeller. "Do you want to marry me? Then get to City Hall. I'm serious—right now."

When my wife, Rebecca Walsh, misses my chemotherapy session for the 99th time, I come across a post on social media. "I won my lover's heart with a kidney. She will surely love me to death, right?" The attached photo shows a couple kissing on a street in Targon. The woman has a small heart-shaped scar on her neck. What a coincidence—it is exactly the same as Rebecca's. The woman who nearly dies for me falls in love with someone else so easily. The comments below are full of encouragement from strangers. "Man, you're so brave. Wishing you everlasting love." "If I were the woman, I would love you to death." I leave a comment too. "I hope you are together until you are in the depths of hell, you cheating pair. As for me, the husband, I will step aside to make way for you." One minute later, the post disappears. It doesn't matter. I post on my own account. I write, "After I spent three years battling cancer, my wife fell in love with the man who's supposed to be the kidney donor." The attached images are our marriage certificate and the same photo of them kissing from earlier.

My newlywed husband forces me, a late-stage liver cancer patient, to drink hard liquor just to please his secretary. When the secretary later stages a setup, pretending to take a knife for him, she loses too much blood. In a panic, he demands that I give her a blood transfusion. I name my price—ten million dollars. He sneers. "Your blood really is worth its weight in gold, huh?" Of course it is. A liver cancer patient's blood doesn't come cheap. Later, when his precious secretary crashes into my car, he mocks me again. "You caused the accident on purpose, didn't you? Stop pretending—you just want more money. Wendy Yaeger, you disgust me." I'm done. All I want now is to get that divorce certificate before I die, but he looks down at me with disdain. "Don't use such pathetic tricks to get my attention. You're not even qualified to negotiate with me." Fine. Once I'm dead, the marriage will end on its own.

"I don't fix broken hearts, Lucas. I only fix organs. And you don't seem to have either." Six years ago, Aria Vale was rejected, humiliated, and left to die in the snow while pregnant. She woke up to a death certificate for her son and a heart turned to ice. Today, she is The Viper, the most feared surgeon in the underworld. Aria’s plan for revenge is simple: make her old pack crawl. But everything changes when Dante Rinaldi, the ruthless Lycan King, and capo of the obsidian syndicate, kidnaps her to his island fortress to save his dying heir. Aria doesn't care about the monster’s child. She has no interest in playing mother, but when Dante offers her a deal she can’t refuse, she finally sees her chance to strike. Now she must cover the Syndicate's secrets, outwit a King who claims her as his own, and survive a pack that is now hunting her down for reasons she doesn't yet understand.

"I sold my soul to the devil to save my life, only to find out the devil wanted my heart.” “One year. No feelings. Just a contract. When the time is up, you leave with nothing.” Gabrielle Daniels was the discarded "Jewel" of the Daniels family, drugged and sold by her stepmother to pay off her father’s gambling debts. To escape a fate worse than death, she crawls into the suite of the most dangerous man in Celios City—Ethan Shore, the cold-blooded "Emperor" of the Shore Corporation. She thought he was her temporary shield. He thought she was just another gold-digger. But when Gabrielle tears up his five-million-dollar check and demands a marriage certificate instead, the game changes. Under the silk sheets and behind the closed doors of the Shore Estate, a "contract" becomes a battlefield of desire. As her enemies conspire to ruin her and ghosts from the past return to claim Ethan’s heart, Gabrielle must decide: Is she a pawn in his corporate war, or is she the only woman capable of taming the beast? He thought he bought a wife. He didn’t realize he’d met his match.

My husband's childhood friend says she wants her crystal beads to soak up some of the good luck in our home. Because of that, he scatters the beads on the floor, making me slip and miscarry. I'm in agony as I lie on the operating table. I call my husband incessantly, but all he does is block my number. I lie in the hospital ward after the operation. I see my husband's childhood friend's social media update—a photo of him worshipfully holding out a certificate while getting down on one knee. It's captioned, "He loves me so much! I said I'm interested in running a business and he actually set up a company for me!" On the day of the branch company's grand opening, my husband's childhood friend wears an expensive custom-made gown. Meanwhile, I wear her discarded goods. I'm barred from even entering the building. I suppress my bitterness and call my lawyer. "Are the divorce procedures done?"

Naïve and young, she-wolf Mariana Rose took the fall for her mate, Evan Hugh, agreeing to serve time in prison for a murder he committed. He promised to free her within a month—and marry her. But none of that happened. Instead of freedom, she received a wedding invitation from him and a death certificate of her father. Now, vengeance burns hotter than heartbreak. Furious to the core, she accepted a deal from a mysterious woman who bailed her out and arranged for her plastic surgery. Given a new face, Mariana is reborn into a princess. Under a stolen identity as the youngest daughter of the elite Silverthorne pack, she is ordered to infiltrate the most powerful pack in history. But her cover is threatened by the dangerous Rozen Ricks—the clan’s brooding alpha with a chilling aura, whose dark fearsome eyes pierce through her lies who seemed to know exactly what she’s hiding. He thinks she’s a threat, an enemy. She knows he’s a monster. And neither of them is ready for the forbidden fire that ignites between them.

When it comes to love, is Second chance truly the charm?*****Amelia Ross’s contract marriage with her billionaire boss came to an end when the one woman he’s been dying to have for years suddenly returned to town. Her heart got broken as she’d started developing feelings for her hot boss but knowing it was a contract marriage, she gathered the remaining pieces of her shattered heart and left town after being paid off by her boss, Ryan Davidson. Unluckily for her, she realized she was carrying his child a few months after the abrupt end of their contract. With no intentions of returning to him, she raised the baby and began a new life, from scratch. But just when things have finally begun to go well for her and she’s met a man that has healed her broken heart, Ryan stepped into her life again, laying claims to not just her, but to the child.What made it more infuriating was that he showed up with a marriage certificate, one that very much proved they were still married.To know more about my books, follow me on Instagram @sophia.bendel

My mother was dying. Her only wish before she passed was to see me married. For 27 days, I begged my girlfriend, Monica Teller, and she finally agreed to register for marriage with me on the 27th day. I waited at the courthouse until closing, but she never came. That same day, her childhood sweetheart, Gurney Barnes, posted their marriage certificate on social media. [Time sure flies. Three more days, and we'll have been married for a month.] It was then I finally realized that she had married her childhood sweetheart since the first day I started begging her. Not long after, an apology text from Monica buzzed on my phone. [I'm so sorry, Lincoln. Gurney's family was forcing him into marriage. I couldn't stand by and watch him get shackled to a stranger. Just give it three days. We'll file for divorce. Three days later, I'll marry you." Three days later, she showed up at the courthouse in a wedding gown, But the only thing waiting for her was my message. [Goodbye, Monica. May we never meet again.]

Whenever Rachel Cooper loses it, I know I'm about to get divorced again. I close my eyes. "We are divorcing for the ninth time." Marcus Miller massages his temples and says regretfully, "Vivian, Barry died all of a sudden, leaving his wife and her unborn baby behind. I can't ignore them. Relax. Once the baby's born, we'll remarry. We won't separate ever again!" I remain silent. I already heard this promise eight times before. Barry Miller's sudden death is the reason for Rachel's breakdown. It also caused Marcus and me to divorce for the first time. Back then, Rachel was already pregnant, prompting Marcus to divorce me. He will remarry me once he has comforted her. Over the past nine months, we have married and divorced eight times. Everyone mocks me by calling me the Eight-Ring Wonder. I also find it ridiculous. After I accept the divorce certificate, one of the court staff secretly asks me, "When are you getting married again?" I answer calmly, "There's no next time."