Poems That Rhyme

"Don't you miss daddy?” Cierra’s breath caught. “I thought I killed your ass…” A low, knowing chuckle followed. “Well… my cock found you, princessa.” Then he moved, fast...pinning her against the wall before she could think, before she could run. Cierra Monroe never chose this life. She only agreed to stand in her mother’s place, to wear the veil, sign the papers, and complete a wedding meant to protect her family while her mother faced a prison and court case she couldn’t escape. It was never meant to be hers. Never meant to follow her. But that one act tied her fate to a man she was never supposed to belong to… her stepfather. Now, what should have been temporary is anything but! Because somewhere between obligation and silence, between restraint and forbidden temptation......something unspoken begins to form, something neither of them planned, and neither of them can fully deny. What begins in secrecy tightens into obsession. What feels like protection shifts into control. And the line between duty, power, and desire slowly disappears as Cierra is pulled into a dangerous reality where vows carry weight, trust is fragile, and escape comes at a cost she may not survive. Because some promises were never meant to end. And some were never meant to exist at all. Alas, not all that glitters is gold. Sometimes… all that glitters is her stepdad.

“One signature. One night. One deal she can never escape.” Jenna’s life was already falling apart when the devil himself walked in Nathan Vale. Cold eyed, dangerously powerful, and untouchable, he offers her the one thing she needs most: a way out. The price? Her freedom. Bound by a contract she can’t refuse, Jenna is thrown into a world where rules are carved in blood and loyalty is a weapon. Nathan’s demands are simple—obey, stay close, never question him—but every look, every touch, and every secret pulls her deeper into a darkness she swore she’d never enter. As enemies close in, Jenna realizes the greatest danger isn’t outside—it’s the man who owns her. And when the line between protection and possession blurs, she must decide fight for her soul… or lose it to him forever.

My mom treated me like the dirt beneath her shoes but worshiped my cousin like a queen. Since I could walk, I had scrubbed clothes and cooked meals, but I would still be yelled at or smacked if I messed up. On the contrary, my cousin twirled in princess dresses and played the piano. She was cherished by my aunt and uncle like she was the center of their world. Then came the day everything changed. At my cousin's birthday party, my mom got drunk and spilled the secret—she switched me and my cousin at birth. It turned out that I wasn't her daughter; I was my aunt's daughter. I was over the moon. Finally, I thought I'd found my real family, people who might actually care about me. But when I told my aunt, she just smirked. "You think I didn't know? I don't want you. You'll never be my daughter." Her words hit me like a bucket of ice water. I couldn't understand. Why didn't anyone want me? But that day, I made a vow—I'd never beg for anyone's love again. Years later, when I got into Mayward University—the best educational institution in the country—I threw two DNA test reports on the table in front of them. For the first time, they both looked terrified.

As soon as Danielle Bradford has recovered from her postpartum period, she brings her baby to the county clerk's office to register for the baby's birth certificate. "My baby's full name is Taylor Gardner. Her father is Matthew Gardner." The employee types on the keyboard, but his brows draw tighter afterward. "The system has flagged another child with the same name under the same father." His words leave Danielle momentarily stunned. Thinking that her ears have deceived her, she blurts out, "That's impossible! Our baby has just turned one month old!" But Danielle feels her phone buzzing in her pocket before she can finish speaking. She taps on the screen, only to see a photo sent by Matthew's assistant, Meghan Landry. In the photo, Matthew has his left arm wrapped around Meghan's waist while carrying a five-year-old boy with his right arm. The three of them stand in front of a kindergarten's entrance with smiles so bright that they practically sting Danielle's eyes. On the boy's chest is a nametag that clearly says "Taylor Gardner".

My wife, Chelsea Sloane, has always been an avid user of computers when it comes to work. But one day, she suddenly falls in love with the idea of using pen and paper. In fact, she loves one particular black pen to the point that she refuses to let anyone touch it. Unable to endure her twisted obsession over that pen, I decide to bring up divorce before her on our wedding anniversary. Enraged, Chelsea points at me and yells, "Are you seriously getting a divorce over a pen?" I reply coolly, "Yup. It's precisely that."

One drunken mistake was all it took Lauren Roman to marry the man she has been secretly admiring for years, Felix Sales. Felix was never fond of her; accusing her of things she never intended and leaving her the day after their wedding, not knowing she was pregnant with their child. The mistreatment was her wake-up call. Taking her child, she left him and only showed up after a year with annulment papers in her hand. However, as if the universe played her twice, Felix now wanted her back in his life…like the missing fragments of that one drunken night.

My fiance, Dante de Rossi, is the heir to a mafia family in Manhorne, and he loves me dearly. Yet, a month before our wedding, he says his family has arranged for him to have a baby with his childhood friend, Isobel de Luca. Despite my refusal to agree to it, he brings it up daily and tries to push me into it. Half a month before the wedding, I receive a pregnancy report. I find out that Isobel is over a month pregnant. I have yet to give Dante my permission. This is when I realize just how fragile our years-long relationship is. I cancel the wedding and destroy everything he has ever given me. On the day of the wedding, I set off for Etolia to further my medical career. I accept a role with an international medical organization, severing all ties with the mafia. From that moment onward, he and I no longer have anything to do with each other!

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.

Brielle is a strong and full of dreams. She is an orphan. Since the death of her mother, she has been the mother of her siblings. But because of his father's debt, she did not expect to be the one to pay it. She married a mysterious man that she has only just met. Unbeknownst to her, he was also the owner of the coffee shop where she worked. How she can handle her situation? Is she will marry him? The cold-hearted guy?

Just days after being discharged from the hospital, my husband’s adopted sister, Wendy Crowley, went live. Crying on a rooftop, she accused me of causing her miscarriage. "The ultrasound already showed it was a boy… and that woman took his life! "She can’t have children herself, so she couldn’t stand that I could. I want her to pay for my child’s death!" My husband, Tristan Crowley, believed every word. "Wendy, I failed to protect you. If I’d known she hated you this much, I would’ve locked her away long ago." The livestream sparked outrage. Everyone demanded justice. "This is murder. She’s rotten to the core!" "Where’s the law? Lock her up immediately!" However, when Tristan and Wendy tracked me down–still streaming live–everyone watching… broke down in tears.