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A playboy prince Bennet Casparian was once a hard-partying, racing, playboy prince until he wrecked his racecar and ended up paralyzed. Now, he’s wounded and angry with the world. The last thing he needs or wants is some know-it-all American pushing him to recover—especially the dowdy woman his doctor recruited for the task. But if she’s so plain, why can’t he stop thinking about her? A stubborn physical therapist Harper is happy with her job at the VA, but irresistibly tempted by her ex-fiancé’s job offer to rehabilitate an injured (and spoiled) Montrovian prince. He’s already driven away two physical therapists, but she’s determined to stick it out. An unexpected connection He pus

" Karen!" He screamed, kneeing beside her, " Karen! No please don't let me" he added as fake tear pour down his face. Karen stared at him with her eyes wide open, struggling with the pain, "You've always been stubborn, what made you think I will divorce you?. Of course, the clan would ask me questions but this plan was brilliant right, you die, they mourn you and we all move on." " Yo.....u're an an... im... al" she stuttered " No no, this was just the only way to get rid of you, you falling mixed with the poison will make sure you never survive" he said Karen struggled but the pain was too much and the darkness was calling her so strongly. " Is she dead?" asked a feminine voic

Jane’s life took a different turn when she was made to marry a billionaire heir in place of her younger sister, Mia Brookes, who apparently is the family’s favorite. Jane, being an adopted child of the Brookes family, kept wondering why her adoptive parents would pass on an opportunity like this and ask her to marry into the family instead of their own biological child, Mia. “You didn’t want your precious child to get married to a cripple, which is why you shipped me off, right?” Jane said to her mum amidst tears on the evening of the wedding. “You think I would let my only daughter get married to a cripple? There is no way in hell I’m going to let that happen. We need Miller's family if we

During my wedding, which is livestreamed all over the world, my fiancé, Marvin Keller, calls me a shameless woman who's gotten pregnant out of wedlock. Then, he calls off our engagement and marries my father's illegitimate daughter, Delilah Lambert. My mother is so incensed by this that she gets a stroke and ends up bedridden. Amid my despair, my childhood friend, Tristan Wright, proposes. He tells me he's had a crush on me for many years and is willing to treat my child with Marvin as his own. I'm moved by Tristan's promise and accept his proposal. Three years after we get married, I give birth to a stillborn. My mother is still in a coma and doesn't seem like she'll ever wake up. I'm

For five years, Sienna played the perfect role: a silent wife in a marriage built on nothing but a contract. She cooked, cleaned, and raised a son who now clings to another woman and calls her “Mommy.” In the mansion she once called home, Sienna is nothing but a ghost—unseen, unheard, unloved. When her husband’s ex returns and effortlessly takes everything—his attention, his affection, and even Sienna’s place in their son’s heart—Sienna remains quiet. Until a cruel accident leaves her lying on the pavement... alone and forgotten. That’s when she realizes: no one is coming to save her. Not her husband. Not even her child. Will Sienna choose to forgive... or will she finally walk away for goo

Adrian has spent his entire life surrounded by death. As the human executioner of the Demon King, he is the blade that ends traitors, monsters, and enemies of the crown. Cold. Efficient. Unfeeling. At least, that’s what everyone believes. But when the ancient Demon King Vaelreth begins to take an unusual interest in the quiet man who carries out his judgments, something dangerous begins to grow between them. In a world where demons and humans were never meant to stand side by side—let alone feel something deeper—the line between loyalty, obsession, and love begins to blur. And in the Demon Kingdom… Love can be far more dangerous than death.

After Elena Armstrong’s mother was murdered, revenge became the one thing she lived for. Elena’s purpose is to find her mother’s killer. But as she takes steps closer to finding out the truth, betrayal comes from the people she once trusted and called family. And just when she thought she was alone, Jameson Winter, the extraordinary human brings back the spark in her, though she wonders if falling for a human is the right choice since humans and wolves don’t coexist. Will their love lead them to greatness, or will there be a price to pay in blood?

"Don't you think that skirt is short for you?" She says, changing the subject and taking another long hit from her blunt. Since when does she care about my clothing? Besides it's not like it's affecting anyone, so why does it matter? "Um, no. Why do you care anyways?" I ask suspiciously, while looking down at my skirt. It's not even short. "People are looking at you in there, and maybe it's because of what you're wearing," She throws her blunt on the ashtray that she has, and turns her attention on me staring fiercely into my eyes. "Why does it matter? It's not like it's a bad thing." I say, now worried at this point. I don't know what's going through her mind as she comes cl

After his first love died, Oscar hated me for ten years. I tried everything to soften him. Nothing worked. "If you really want to please me, go die." The words cut deep. But when the riot came, he threw himself in front of me and was hacked down where he stood. He stared at me as he bled out. "If only… my fated mate hadn't been you." At his funeral, his parents wept. "We should have let him be with Catherine. We forced him to marry her, all because of that damn prophecy." Windvale Pack lived by prophecy. Years ago, the Seer had foretold that if Oscar didn't take his fated mate as his bond-mate, disaster would fall on the pack. I was that fated mate. But now, everyone wished I never

When I'm washing Julian White's pants, I pull out a management fee invoice from one of the pockets. Surprisingly enough, the address is the unit on the floor above my apartment. The thing is, Julian's name is put down as the apartment owner. As I clutch the invoice, I feel my blood turning into ice. Suddenly, I recall the way Julian kept telling me he had overtime shifts to pull over the past six months. Because of that, he often came home past midnight. There were a few times when I realized that his car was still parked in its designated parking slot of the apartment block despite the fact that he had already "gone out". When I asked Julian for the reason, he answered, "The gas prices