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My studio's website receives an appraisal order worth 450 thousand dollars all of a sudden. The original poster of the order claims that this is a pre-wedding gift her fiance has gotten her. The comment section goes wild instantly. "If the appraisal fee alone is already 450 thousand dollars, does this mean the painting is worth 100 million dollars? Your husband really is generous to you!" "I'm so envious of you! You really are lucky to be able to marry such a rich man!" The poster quickly replies, "Luck has nothing to do with this. I fought for this fate with everything I had. I'll be frank with you; back then, my fiance still had a girlfriend. But everything I want in life will eventually be mine. "So, I slandered his girlfriend and pretended to be aggrieved just so my fiance's heart would go out to me. As time went on, his love for his girlfriend faded away. "In the end, all I have to do is lift a finger, and the girlfriend got her limbs crushed. After that, she got discarded like garbage." The Internet users post their replies of disbelief. There's no way someone will hurt their ex-girlfriend to this degree, after all. They all think that the original poster is being excessively dramatic. Someone even berates her for throwing a wrench into a relationship. Not only does she not feel ashamed, but she also finds it an extremely proud thing to have done. Even my assistant, Chiara Belmonte, tells me that this client seems like a nutjob and suggests that I decline this order. I don't say anything. Instead, I just tap "confirm". After all, what the poster said is the truth. The ex-girlfriend that she has described in her post is me.

Vivian Grant lost her memory and forgot everything about me. Her memory stopped in the year when she loved her ex-husband most. No matter how the people around her tried to explain it, she still believed I was the third party who had come between them. The doctors said her amnesia might be treatable, so I held on to that hope and refused to let go. For three years, we got divorced and remarried over and over again. We became the biggest joke in the city's elite circles. Some people even started betting on us. They bet on when I would finally give up, and when Vivian would finally remember. Then news of our eighth divorce hit the trending charts again. Reporters rushed into the law firm with cameras on their shoulders. They shoved microphones in my face, their questions full of provocation. "Mr. Sterling, as a divorce attorney, how does it feel to have been divorced eight times yourself?" The firm's sign was smashed. The commendation banners clients had given me were trampled underfoot. Before I could respond, my supervisor fired me for damaging the profession's reputation. "Julian Sterling, let me give you some advice. Have some self-respect. Stop clinging to Ms. Grant." I clenched my trembling hands and suddenly felt exhausted. They were right. This time, I really should give up.

Though we've been in love for six years, Arnold Porter, the Chief Legal Officer of the Werewolf Council, has canceled our marking ceremony 66 times. The first time he did so, he claimed that Erna Porter, his adoptive sister, was coughing blood in the middle of her heat. Decked in my gown, I stood in front of the Altar of the Full Moon alone until the moon had disappeared from the skies and everyone had left. The second time the ceremony gets canceled, it was because he suddenly received a message in the middle of the ceremony, saying that Erna was abducted by Rogues. He tore off his robes and shifted into his wolf instantly, rushing to save her, while I was forced to endure the laughter of our guests. Whenever we are to hold a ceremony, Erna will always get into trouble and then seek his help. Finally, when he cancels the ceremony for the 66th time, both my wolf and I give up. I break up with him and leave. Three days after I traverse the borders of the snowy plains riddled with powerful winds that conceal my trace, he seems to go crazy. He sends the elite guard of his pack on a mission just to find me.

SEQUEL TO MY LITTLE SUNSHINE On the same day I got married, I learned a heartbreaking truth; I was merely a substitute; a stand-in bride for my husband's beloved. My dreams and feelings didn't matter to anyone but me. In the eyes of the public, I was his wife but at home, I had to live as a furniture and a prisoner. Refusing to live such a miserable life, I ran, faster than I had ever done in my entire life, but then, I found myself walking on thin ice. I was on the brink of a precipice when someone reached out his hand and gave me a lifeline. He was Reign Fletcher, and he became my everything.~~~~CORA She bumped into my life unexpectedly, and suddenly, what started out as an accident became the most important moment of my life. I never understood what it felt like to love someone else more than I do myself until I met Cora Gilbert.~~~~REIGN *THIS BOOK CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE*

After being reborn, I stayed away from my husband every chance I got. He told me to be a housewife after college, but I secretly applied for graduate school. He would give his first love money to help her, but I quietly kept the money away. He said he was ready to marry me, but I ran away instead. In my past life, his first love and I had babies at the same time. However, he secretly switched them. My real child died when she was born. So, I ended up raising their child and helping him succeed. When we were old, they pushed me off a mountain so that they could be together. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the year I graduated.

Morrigan is the adopted daughter of the Fae King and Queen, Leonard and Raya. She was found on the doorstep of their castle on the night of the Winter Solstice only hours after her birth. It is unknown to them as to what Morrigan is; they don't sense magic and they don't sense any shifter blood. So what exactly is she? On her twentieth birthday, Morrigan finds her mate, the Supreme Alpha Rian O'Connor and shifts for the first time under the Solstice moon. It is only after her shift does her family and mate realize that she isn't an ordinary wolf, she's a tribrid. In the dark recesses of the spell caster kingdom and Fae kingdom the dark Fae and spell caster's have plans for an uprising, to bring their kind back into power and into the light. Their success hinges on Morrigan NOT harnessing her powers or finding her mate, but what happens when that comes to fruition? Will their uprising see success in bringing the darkness back or will it be all for nothing, to be defeated by Morrigan and her Alpha?

Ruby Sinclair has spent eleven years as a servant in the Gallagher pack, hiding her true identity as the last survivor of a slaughtered Alpha bloodline. Orphaned at seven when rogues destroyed her pack, she's endured relentless torment from the Gallagher quintuplets—five Alpha heirs who've made her life a living hell. To survive, Ruby has suppressed both her wolf and her deadly secret: she's a seer, the very ability that painted a target on her family. On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, Ruby's carefully controlled world shatters. Her first shift triggers early, and all five brothers simultaneously recognise her as their fated mate. But years of abuse have left deep scars, and Ruby wants nothing more than to escape the men who tormented her—mate bonds be damned. When Dr Reeves, the pack's trusted physician, attempts to drug and deliver her to the rogues who murdered her parents, Ruby's dormant powers explode. She kills him with a thought and teleports away, terrified of what she's becoming. As the quintuplets discover recordings proving they were systematically drugged for eleven years to hate their own mate, they must somehow earn back the trust of a woman who has every reason to reject them all. But a carved symbol on a dead rogue reveals the true threat: the Shadow Alpha, an ancient corrupted Guardian who has hunted Ruby's kind for millennia. A mystical wolf spirit reveals Ruby's destiny: she's a cosmic Guardian, and her five mates are meant to be her anchors. Now Ruby must decide whether to trust the men who destroyed her, or face an unstoppable evil alone.

Wet Intentions is a collection of scorching short stories that drag you into the pulse of raw, aching lust. It starts with charged glances and feather-light touches that set skin on fire, then explodes into hungry mouths, roaming hands, and clothes torn away in seconds. Expect slow, teasing licks that turn into desperate tongues fucking deep, followed by thick, veined cocks sliding inch by slick inch into tight, dripping heat. Hips slam together with wet, filthy sounds—breasts heaving, backs arching, nails carving red lines while every thrust drives harder, deeper. Clits pulse under circling fingers as pounding builds to that shattering peak. Now dive in… and cum deep inside with me.

"Marry me and I'll give you a million dollars." "What?! But you're so...so..." "Devastatingly handsome? Smoulderingly sexy?" "NO! Obscenely obnoxious!" *** This was how Daniel Winters, the CEO of Winters Architecture proposed to Jane McKay, a down on her luck single mother. She desperately needed money to gain custody of her child and he was in frantic search for a wife and a baby to retain his inheritance. And so, these two unlikely souls struck up an agreement - a one year contract marriage that would supposedly benefit them both. But one year is a long time, and according to Murphy's law 'anything that can happen will happen.' So the question is, will Daniel and Jane be able to stand each other for 365 days without going for each other’s throat? Will Daniel's family find out about his greatest lie? Will the baby of Jane's father come back for his flesh and blood? And most importantly, will this unlikely marriage blossom into something more?

On the day of Zephyr’s art exhibition, I saw people stand around a portrait of myself. My cheeks were flushed, and I was bare. My posture was the one we used in bed last week for fun. Zephyr even got the mole on my chest right. As people stared at me mockingly, I demanded, “Why did you do this to me?” He was unbothered. “It’s not as if I asked you to sleep with someone else.” But he did let people see how I looked when I was having an intimate moment with my own boyfriend! “It’s just a painting. Why are you being so petty?” I was stunned by the mockery in Zephyr’s gaze. Then, I called my assistant. “I’m attending the international art festival as the organizer.”