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Eu sempre gostei de correr. Na verdade desde pequeno sempre assistia as corridas de Fórmula 1 e NASCAR. E desde então eu sempre sonhei em correr em uma dessas pistas... melhor dizendo, eu sempre sonhei em correr em um campeonato de NASCAR.

A young flirty billionaire who doesn't believe in love nor marriage is forced to look for a temporary bride when his father threatened to give his shares of the company to his step brother if he doesn't get married within two months. After much search, the only lady he deemed fit to be his contract bride was Monalisa Jacobs. A middle class beautiful and brave young lady who grew up in the streets and had developed slight hatred for the rich due to her past experience with them. Rest assured that she can never fall in love with him, Alexander decided to sign a fake marriage contract with Monalisa who needed money to treat her sick mother. Alexander and monalisa pretended to be a lovely couple outside but deep down in their hearts, they couldn't wait to break off the contract. Two weeks towards the end of the contract, monalisa suddenly announced to Alexander the worst news he had ever received in his life; "I am pregnant for you"

Je m'appelle Isabella Wright. La cinquième année de mon mariage avec le Don d'une puissante famille mafieuse, je découvre que le talisman de protection qu'il m'a offert me provoque des maux de tête chaque fois que je le porte sur moi. Je retire le petit sachet dissimulé à l'intérieur du talisman et l'apporte à l'hôpital Cursley. Le médecin examine le sachet, puis relève la tête et m'explique qu'il contient un type de poison à action lente, qui non seulement endommage progressivement le corps de la victime, mais finit aussi par la rendre stérile avec le temps. Je fonds en larmes et m'écrie : « Mais c'est impossible ! C'est mon mari qui me l'a donné ! Il s'appelle Vincenzo Cursley. C'est aussi le propriétaire de cet hôpital ! » Le médecin me regarde, visiblement déconcerté. « Mademoiselle, je crois que vous devriez consulter un psychiatre. Je connais très bien M. Cursley et son épouse. Ils sont extrêmement proches et affectueux. De plus, Mme Cursley a donné naissance à un petit garçon il n'y a pas si longtemps. Ils se trouvent tous les deux en ce moment même dans le service VIP, en train d'admirer leur enfant. » Puis le médecin sort son téléphone et me montre une photo. Vincenzo y a apparu, vêtu de son habituel costume noir, avec l'emblème de la famille Cursley brodé sur la poitrine. Il a tenu un bébé dans ses bras. Et la femme qui s'est tenue à ses côtés… Je la connais. Elle s'appelle Claudia Henderson. Et Vincenzo l'a toujours présentée comme sa sœur adoptive.

Mature content Since Bash had a one night stand with the infamous billionaire Widower, Storm Rehan, he had always wished to be in his arms again but many obstacles hindered him, one of which was his class, and another was his conscience that kept eating him up for sleeping with the husband of his

Selene Crow's life has always been from one sorrow to another—from being an orphaned omega, to being looked down upon and mistreated by most members of the general werewolf society. Same as those like her, she is deemed only good for breeding and being cast away afterwards. After a cruel rejection that leaves her hopeless, she finds herself mated to the supposedly cruel and immensely powerful Lycan King, who is determined to bend her to his will. Her duties are crystal clear: produce heirs and serve the Lycan King with her mind, soul and body. Now, Selene will have to choose if she finally wants to fight for herself and her freedom or simply resign to being a defenseless prey for the rest of her life. But . . . what if the man she is so hell bent on pushing away, is the one that can truly set her free?

“You are already divorced, Maya. You signed the papers two months ago. You just didn’t read them.” For eight years, Maya Mason endured a loveless marriage of convenience to billionaire Mason Hargrove, three miscarriages, endless sacrifices, and quiet devotion, only to discover betrayal on their anniversary…. Her husband’s affair with her best friend Selina, who’s now four months pregnant with his heir. In one devastating afternoon, Mason reveals he tricked her into signing divorce papers, strips her of her project, and lets Selina claim everything. Maya drops her rings, resigns, and walks away, owning forty-nine percent of the empire he thought was his alone. Enter Alexander Voss, Mason’s charismatic rival and the man who once saw Maya’s true worth. As Mason scrambles to chase the wife he discarded, Maya builds a new life, and a new future with the one person who never underestimated her. A steamy billionaire romance of betrayal, divorce, revenge, redemption, and a scorching second-chance love that proves some hearts are worth fighting for, after they’ve already been broken.

Seven years ago, I signed a mate contract as Luna. For my mother’s dying wish and for the Pack’s stability, I personally pushed a man with nothing to his name onto the Alpha throne. I held the Pack together for him, expanded our businesses, and handled the filthy negotiations and the deals no one wanted to see in the light. Everyone said— I was calm, I was formidable, I was qualified. Just… not much like a “gentle mate.” Until that day. I stood in the bedroom and watched my Alpha husband lay his hand over my paralyzed stepsister’s slightly rounded belly. They told me it was for the greater good of the Pack. That child would be registered under my name. He would call me Mother. I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream. I just waited for the seven-year term to hit its end and activated the trust clause my mother left behind. Accounts frozen. Capital withdrawn. The wolf empire I built with my own hands collapsed overnight. By the time he knelt in the ruins and finally understood what he’d lost— I had already taken back my mother’s last name, dissolved the mate bond, and stepped onto a new territory.

Raven was Kieran’s everything—until a deadly betrayal tore his family apart and he marked her as the traitor. Locked in chains and branded his slave, she waited for him to realize the truth. But he never did. Now, she’s free. A new name, a new face and a heart hardened by pain. Kieran wants her back. He swears he’ll fix everything. But Raven doesn’t want his love anymore. She wants vengeance.

Teresa Scarlet, héritière solitaire marquée par l’absence d’un père trop occupé et la perte d’une mère aimante, se retrouve brusquement fiancée à Ryouma Carlton, jeune magnat impassible choisi par les deux familles pour sceller une alliance d’affaires. Ce qu’elle découvre lors de leur première rencontre bouleverse toutes ses illusions : son futur mari lui tend un contrat stipulant que leur mariage ne durera qu’un an et qu’il est interdit de tomber amoureux. Blessée dans sa dignité, Teresa décide pourtant d’accepter, mais avec un objectif secret : pousser cet homme froid à succomber malgré lui. De leur union naît une guerre silencieuse. Entre maladresses, confrontations et provocations, Teresa s’impose dans l’univers réglé de Ryouma, bouleversant ses habitudes et réveillant ses certitudes. Lui, habitué à contrôler chaque aspect de sa vie, découvre en elle un esprit indomptable, capable de transformer leur relation contractuelle en un champ de bataille imprévisible. Mais sous leurs piques et leurs querelles, une tension trouble s’installe, oscillant entre haine et attirance. Au fil des jours, la façade d’un mariage arrangé se fissure, exposant secrets, blessures enfouies et désirs inavoués. Teresa, déterminée à gagner ce duel sentimental, se retrouve à lutter contre ses propres émotions, tandis que Ryouma, malgré son armure de froideur, vacille face à l’imprévisible jeune femme. Entre orgueil, défis et manipulations, un danger les guette : celui de briser la clause la plus interdite du contrat… tomber amoureux.

When Adrian and I broke up, he knelt outside my door all night. When I finally agreed to get back together, he lit a bonfire in the main hall, invited the elders to witness it, and swore I would become his Luna. Then, right at the finish line of a racetrack, he hauled a trembling, sobbing blonde girl out of the “trophy,” draped his jacket over her shoulders, and turned gentle like he’d become a different man. He looked back at me and said, “Ann, don’t make a scene. She ended up like this because of us.” The next day, he said I should atone by pack law, kneel inside a vow circle drawn with salt and silver powder, and endure my wolf soul’s backlash under the moonlight. Later, he threw me into the basement she used to live in, forced me to survive the way she did, forced me to lower my head and apologize. What he didn’t know was that there was a little pup in my belly. And I wasn’t going to tell him. I’d wait until he was most off guard, slide the divorce papers in front of him, let him sign them with his own hand, then vanish cleanly and absolutely, with my child.