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In a tragic romantic novel, the story unfolds focusing on Aditya Rashaad, an heir with the tainted status of being an illegitimate child. After enduring a decade of estrangement, Aditya is abruptly thrust back into the spotlight and tasked with taking charge of his father's company, Fajar Rashaad. This sudden responsibility arises as his father falls into a coma following a tragic incident. Through this journey of assuming leadership, Aditya unravels the layers of his father's character, realizing the goodness that had been obscured by his own hatred. As Aditya navigates this newfound perspective on his father, he becomes resolute in seeking vengeance against those responsible for the plot to kill and destroy him. Amidst his father's ailing condition, Aditya finds solace in the care of a compassionate doctor named Catrina Buana. Their relationship blossoms, intertwined with the complexities of their respective pasts. However, Aditya's world is shattered when he discovers that Catrina is the daughter of Indra Buana, the very mastermind behind his father's tragic fate. As Aditya grapples with conflicting emotions, will he be able to let go of his deep-seated grudge against Indra Buana in light of Catrina's genuine love? Can his love for Catrina endure the ultimate test, even as the haunting specter of his father's untimely demise looms over their relationship? The heart-wrenching tale of Aditya's journey unfolds, filled with twists of fate and poignant revelations, questioning the limits of love and forgiveness in the face of profound loss and betrayal.

Married in secret for five years, Yvonne Singer always thought I was just a washed-up nobody from a fallen family. What she didn't know was that I was the sole successor to Guzman Group, the world's largest venture capital firm. She tricked me into attending a cocktail party for the sake of her male best friend, Francis Yorke, and forced me to toast my sworn rival. Furious, I shattered the wineglass in my hand and snapped, "Yvonne, don't push me! Believe it or not, with a single word from me, your company can disappear from the stock market by tomorrow!" Panic flickered in her eyes. The next second, she threw herself into my arms. "Honey, I just needed your help. I didn't mean to hurt you." She then personally fed me a hangover pill and gently escorted me to a private room. When I woke up, I was hanging upside down from a drop tower. Francis slammed the switch. I was sent flying dozens of feet into the air, then plummeting straight down into the water. As my consciousness began to waver, I forced myself to make an emergency call. "Mr. Chance, contact global media outlets. Before nightfall, I want headlines showing them begging on the streets!"

Out on a holiday with my boyfriend, Jack, and my good friend, Eva, a catastrophe occurred. As the floods came, we waited for the rescue helicopter to come. As I fastened the safety rope, I noticed that my metal safety clip had been swapped for a plastic ring. Climbing up the rope ladder, Jack said nonchalantly, "Eva's luggage is heavy. She needs another safety clip, so I gave her yours. You can wait for the next rescue." I replied in a panic, pointing at the water level already past my chest, "But I can't swim!" Jack replied irritatedly, "Naomi, stop causing a scene! You're a strong swimmer, what's a little time in the water? Eva is my boss's relative. If something happens to her, my promotion is gone. Why can't you understand that?" "Which matters more? My life or her luggage?" I reached for the rope ladder when he kicked my hand away. "I've studied the waters. The flood won't rise so quickly. It will at most be at the level of your neck. You won't die!" I said nothing further. Watching the floods rise crazily, I quickly pressed my family's special alarm on my wrist.

For three years, I was nothing but a replacement. After my hundredth blood donation to my three wives' true love, I vanished from their lives. They bombarded my phones with thousands of phone calls and ten times that number of text messages. 'I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, honey! I know I let our mom down. You can do anything to me, but please don't leave me!' 'Please, honey, I'm sorry. I'll do anything. I won't do it again, I swear! Just come back!' 'You can't leave me, honey! You're going to drive me mad! I can't live without you!' 'Please, just tell me where you are! Take my call, please!' … I changed my SIM card once I went back to Imperia and blocked all my wives' contacts. Peace and quiet came back to me. Three months later, I was told that my wives' companies went bust, and the love of their lives swindled them out of every single cent they had. And now they were scouring the land for me. That was a joke. They did not panic when they still had everything. They should never have done what they did. Too late for regrets.

"I.. I need to go, Zayn. You have a meeting at... I need to.." he stuttered in panic trying to escape, but it was a futile attempt as I had him pressed against my desk. "Pumpkin, let me make myself clear. I am not letting you go, not now, not ever. Especially after you left me with this" I replied before clutching his hand and placing it on my crotch. He gasped and then flushed deliciously red. Oh, I was so going to enjoy this. Zayn Crawford, self made billionaire and hearthrob has closed himself off from the world and promised never to feel again after an accident nine years ago. His plan had been going well untill it wasn't . His best friend and the source of his coldness towards romance suddenly appears by his side once more and that too as his secretary. A plan for revenge, a dark past, dark secrets and passionate desire. Will Zayn be able to open his heart again? When he finds out that nine years ago was more than he knew, how would he take it? Follow Zayn as he unravels his second chance with his green eyed pumpkin, Will Crest.

“No,” she breathed, true panic seizing her. “Mark, don’t —” “This is for the mess,” he said, his voice devoid of all mercy. The cold, rounded end of the handle nudged against her soaked flesh. It was so much broader than a finger, impossibly foreign. “And for the defiance," he completed before he pushed the handle of the knife inside her pussy. The stretch was immediate and shocking. It wasn’t pain. It was a profound, overwhelming fullness. The metal was cool against her burning, clenching heat. A broken scream tore from her throat as he worked it deeper, inch by relentless inch, filling her in a way that was utterly degrading. It was violation given shape and weight. He seated it fully, the cool silver pressing against her deepest parts. He held it there, letting her feel the full, impossible intrusion. Her body fought it, spasming around the unyielding object, which only made the sensation more brutal, more specific. She was panting, her tears soaking the linen, her entire universe reduced to the cold metal splitting her open. “Now,” Mark said, his breath warm against her ear as he leaned over her. His hand remained on the handle, not moving it yet. “You will stay just like this. And you will finish your dinner.” ..... Enter a world of passion, pleasure, and desire with “Steamy Encounters."

The day my boyfriend, Lucian Farrell, and I, Roxanne Schmidt, decide to register our marriage, the million-dollar diamond ring he'd promised me turns into a can tab. So, I broke things up with him on the spot. In a panic, Lucian fishes out the purchase receipt. "I just forgot to bring the ring. If it bothers you, I can go home and get it right now," he coaxes. My gaze lands on the figure hurrying toward both of us. "There's no need for that. Your 'little shadow' has already brought it over for you," I replied indifferently. Evelyn Wiley rushes up before me with tears in her eyes. A large diamond ring is wedged tightly around her swollen ring finger. "I just wanted to help Ms. Schmidt try the size. But it wouldn't come off no matter how hard I tried…" she explains between sobs. Lucian's face darkens instantly. "Who said you could touch it? The ring was meant for Roxanne!" he snaps. He wrenches at the ring, but it doesn't budge at the slightest. I watch the commotion before me with my arms folded. All of a sudden, a laugh escapes me. "It's simple. If it won't come off, then we can just cut her finger off."

When Zirelle woke up next to a half-naked stranger in a room dripping with luxury, she had no memory of how she got there—just a surge of panic in her chest and a towel wrapped around her body. The room was too pristine, too extravagant, and far too distant from the broken, desolate life she knew. Her first instinct? Run. But not before stealing his gold, his wallet… and the mysterious silver necklace hanging around his neck. She thought she was escaping to safety, back to the familiar chaos of her world. Instead, she ran straight into carnage. Returning home, she found her parents slaughtered and her own pack baying for her blood. As for the necklace she stole? It’s no ordinary trinket. And the man she stole it from? He’s not just wealthy or dangerous—he’s deadly. What Zirelle doesn’t know is that he’s far more than he seems. He’s the key to the truth she’s been running from her whole life. She thought she had left him behind. But by stealing from him, she’s unknowingly invited an even greater storm into her life. Now, he’s coming for her. And he won’t stop until he finds her.

One night before our engagement, Darren Finch insisted on throwing a singles party aboard a cruise ship. He made it clear I wasn't invited. But in the middle of the night, I got a call saying he'd fallen overboard. Panic overtook me. Feverish and disoriented, I stumbled to the deck and dove into the sea without a second thought. The night waters were icy, sapping the strength from my limbs. As I was pulled back onto the deck, shivering and soaked, I heard laughter ring out from the crowd. Carrie Specter, Darren's childhood sweetheart, stood above me. She gave a soft, lilting laugh. "Seeing how far you're willing to go for Darren... I can finally hand him over to you without worry." At that, Darren wrapped an arm smugly around her waist. "Carrie, you really do know me best." "I told you," she beamed, "Paula would pass your test." I let out a cold laugh, slipped the engagement ring from my finger, and flung it at his face. "No, thanks. I wish you two eternal bliss. Just don't ever drag me into your drama again."

"You, Mr Bryan, my dear husband is stuck with me forever. I'm yours and you're mine! Don't you dare look at another woman because, you won't like the other side of me" Bryan stared at his wife, amazed. "So, is my dear wife threatening me or what?" He asked, sneaking his hand to her waist and pulling her closer to his body. "Yes, I'm threatening you, dear husband. Don't you dare look at another woman. I won't share what's mine with other preys put there" "Damn! I swear, I fucking love you" he said before placing his lip on hers and kissed her passionately. • Emily Thompson, tough and strong. Got hurt and cheated by her ex boyfriend and later got married to the most powerful, richest Mafia. Her brother's best. She vowed to protect what belongs to her and never lose it again. Bryan Samuel, a powerful Mafia and the most richest business man in whole country. He is cold like an ice, he never cared about anyone except his friends but, that perspective of his changed the moment he set his eyes on only one woman, Emily Thompson, his best friend's sister. After spending a night with her, everything about him changed. He vows to make her his wife and he succeeded. But, what happens when the woman he loves so much becomes too possessive? Her possessiveness ends up landing them in trouble.