Other Words Than Said

He was the brother she was told to stay away from. Now, only he could protect her. Azzianna's honeymoon should have been a dream. Instead, it turned into a nightmare. On the luxury cruise ship Northern Star, she entered her room and found her husband Julian with her best friend. The betrayal was more painful than she could bear. Julian did not love her; he only married her to steal her family's powerful land. Hiding her tears, Azzianna ran to the cold deck of the ship. There, she met Lucian. He was Julian's older brother, a brave Alpha biker with scars and a dangerous reputation. He was the man everyone in the group feared. To protect herself and get revenge, Azzianna made a deal with Lucian. They would pretend to be in love to humiliate Julian and take away his power. It was supposed to be a game. But every time Lucian touches her, the spark seems real. Soon, Lucian tells her a secret: he's not pretending. He's loved her from afar for years, knowing she's his true mate. Now, stranded on a ship full of enemies, Azzianna has a choice. Will she run from the man who broke her heart, or will she trust her "dangerous" brother who promises to burn the world to keep her safe? On this ship, the only thing more dangerous than a lie is a love that's always been destined.

Three years of marriage, my Husband has never touched me. I believed him when he said he was afraid of hurting me, until I discovered he masturbates to private photos of his young stepmother, my mother-in-law. **** Sydney, a once-rising star in the movie industry sidelined by a tragic accident, believes she married her savior. In reality, her husband, Deckard Newton, is just an  opportunist using her as a substitute for his first love, his own stepmother. While Sydney plays the role of the dutiful, sheltered wife, she remains unaware that the man who actually cared for her during her months of blindness was her husband’s uncle, Owen Kingston. After three years of manipulation and a sexless marriage, Sydney stumbles on the truth between her husband and his step mother. This truth rocks her entire world, but she's determined to take her life back, and beat her husband in his own game.

In a desperate bid to save her father's failing company, Anna is forced into an arranged marriage with the wealthy and charming playboy, Jonathan Clarkson. With her family's financial future hanging in the balance, Mr. Clarkson strikes a deal: he'll bail out Anna's father's company if she marries his son. As Anna embarks on this unexpected journey, she must navigate the complexities of their arrangement and discover whether true love can blossom amidst the constraints of a forced marriage. Will Anna's heart find its way in this high-stakes union, or is it destined to be a loveless transaction driven by financial necessity?

Her sister, Rebecca, was killed in a car accident. Blakely then took on the responsibility of being a surrogate mother for her nephew. But Blakely's brother-in-law, Nickson Darragh, doesn't like her because his wife died because of her carelessness. Nickson's parents asked Nickson to marry Blakely for the good of his son's future. Nickson couldn't refuse and was forced to marry Blakely just for status. Nickson signed a one-year marriage contract with Blakely and plans to divorce Blakely when the time comes. But unexpected things happened during that marriage. Nickson's secrets from the past are revealed. Nickson had not loved Rebecca all this time. Their marriage is fake. And it turns out that Arthur is not Nickson's biological child with his late wife. Blakely, who knows all of Nickson's lies, becomes disappointed. She plans to sue Nickson for a divorce before their marriage contract expires. Unfortunately, it was not easy when they both began to feel the turmoil of love in their hearts.

On the eve of my wedding, I catch my boyfriend of seven years, Eddy Stark, and my best friend, Jane Holman, going at it in the company break room. All my coworkers crowd outside the glass door, watching the spectacle. "My gosh! That's your boyfriend, right? It turns out…" At the most humiliating moment in my life, Rylen Huff, the CEO who never got along with me, walks over and drapes his coat over my shoulders. Before everyone present, he makes an announcement. "She is my fiancée. Save your nonsense." From that day on, I go from being the company's joke to the CEO's wife who everyone envies. After we get married, Rylen treats me very well. He gives me everything from jewelry and mansion to power. But only one thing never goes as planned—we don't have a child. To give him an heir, I go through injections and egg retrieval again and again. After 99 IVF attempts, I finally get pregnant. But on the day of my prenatal checkup, I overhear his conversation with the doctor. "Mr. Huff, the IVF procedure has already severely damaged her health and body. If she finds out that this embryo is actually Jane's, I fear she may have a mental meltdown." Rylen falls silent for a moment. Then, he says evenly, "I've already given her a life most people could never have. She should feel contented. When she gives birth, I'll tell her that her body was too weak, and the baby didn't make it. "Jane cannot handle the pain and hardship of childbirth. We are childhood friends who grew up together, after all. Of course, I should handle a minor matter like this for her." So the timely rescue and unconditional favor from Rylen were nothing but lies. I immediately schedule an abortion, as I don't intend to give birth to a child that isn't mine. In addition, I won't stay with a man who has never loved me.

At the end of the year, I went to the spa and discovered a stranger had been using my VIP card. When I logged into my personal profile, the last three treatment records were not under my name. The preference section listed specific details about someone else. She was allergic to rose essential oil, preferred lavender, and her heating pad temperature could not exceed 108 degrees Fahrenheit. Her menstrual cycle fell around the 15th of each month, so no waist or abdomen treatments during that time. I stared at the screen, my palms turning cold. Only my husband, Zachary White, knew this password. At the time, he said he needed it to check the balance and renew my membership. I scrolled down and found a system note at the bottom: [Birthday treatment reserved for December 30, prepared according to Ms. Anderson's preferences.] Today was December 30. My phone vibrated. Zachary had sent a message: [Working late tonight. Won't be home.] Familiar laughter drifted from the hallway. Through the glass door, I watched Zachary walk into the adjacent room with his arm around a woman, the beautician hurrying forward to greet them. "Mr. White, we have Ms. Anderson's birthday treatment ready, just as you requested."

One year. That’s all I have to survive. I went from dancing naked in the neon-soaked stage of the Velvet Eclipse club to the cold, marble halls of the Hart empire with nothing but a promise I made to a dying man. I thought Richard Hart was my savior, but his final gift turned out to be a death sentence: live in a penthouse with his four sons—the most powerful, dangerous, and devastatingly handsome men in the city—for twelve months, or lose everything. The catch? They hate me. They see me as a charity case, a gold-digger. There’s Lucien, the Ice King who wants to crush me under his corporate heel. Damon, the inked-up mafia boss, who plays with guns and my sanity. Kai, the tech genius whose stormy blue eyes track my every mistake like a virus. And Theo, the golden boy whose charming smile hides a heart of pure stone. They’ve made it clear: they don’t want a roommate. They want to break me until I beg to leave. But they don’t know where I come from. They don't know what I've survived, Jace, my ex boyfriend who is currently hunting me from the shadows, ready to drag me back to the life I barely escaped. I’m trapped between four sharks who want to devour me and a monster who wants to own me. But as the walls of the penthouse start closing in, the hatred is starting to feel a lot like hunger. The lines are blurring, and I’m beginning to realize that the only thing more dangerous than the Hart brothers hating me... is them wanting me. I was sent here to tame them. But in this den of lions, I might be the one who ends up devoured.

My husband, Hudson Lynwood, falls in love with my best friend, Quincey Stryker, after a heart transplant. It's all because her boyfriend, Maverick Goldstein, was the one who donated his heart. Hudson insists he's Maverick. I do everything I can to win him back; I want my Hudson to come back. It’s not until the real Maverick shows up and tells me a cruel truth: "Quincey and Hudson have been lying to you all along." It turns out this is all just an elaborately laid out plan.

Rae Castor is an orphan with attractive features that never fails to draw the attention of men. However with her beauty, comes a price as most ladies in the blue moon pack despises her. She’s seen as a whore—condemned by both young and old. Things become worse after the Alpha King’s son—Damien begins to shower Rae with attention. Kayla—Damien’s best friend who has always been in love with him learns about his growing attraction for Rae. She works on way to get Rae banished from the pack by the Alpha king. Her plans takes an unexpected turn, and instead of Rae being banished she is taken by the Hybrid king—Von Dax. Rae’s world changes before her eyes as she steps into the hybrid kingdom. She is forced to serve Von Dax and his wife—Queen Calister. But what happens when the death of Von’s wife, surprisingly brings them closer? Rae finds herself falling for Von, and so does Von as he begins to feel drawn to her. Unable to control his feelings, Von decides to claim Rae as his mate, but their sweet love story crashes as Von discovers that Rae is his long lost sister, and that marking her has placed a curse on not only her but also his kingdom. Will Von be able to break the curse and save Rae and his kingdom , or will he lose everything?

At a concert, I went wild, shouting at the top idol on stage, “Tony Townsend, spray on my face!” That night, my brother had me pinned against the ancestral altar, a ruler pressing down on the back of my neck. “Lift your head. Tell me, what did you want that idol to do to you?” Later, he shoved me down onto the mattress, his fingertips grinding against my swollen lips. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”