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I died the day my husband forced the doctors to take our baby from my womb. I thought I’d never love again after losing my ex-boyfriend to a heart attack. But fate gave me a second chance. I married the man I adored, a billionaire named Maxwell. Just when I was about to share the joyful news of my pregnancy, I caught him getting cozy with my best friend, Morgana. Worse, he believed her lies: I was a drug addict. The truth? I was battling a severe mental illness triggered by my ex’s death. I needed medication to cope, but Maxwell never cared to understand. He refused to believe a word I said. They locked me away in a private rehab clinic. But that place wasn’t for healing, it was a trap. Morgana used it to cut me off from Maxwell and torment me without consequence. And just when I thought things couldn’t get worse… Maxwell signed off on a surgery to take my baby. I lay on that cold operating table, tears streaming down my face, and died in the fire that followed—broken, betrayed, and alone. But I never expected to wake up again. This time, I have a new life. A new family. And even one of my children survived. Maxwell, Morgana—this time, I’m coming back. And you’re both going to pay.

Elena (21) gets pregnant after accidentally entering the private room of the most powerful and cold-hearted man in the city—Alexander Kingston (28). Drunk and blinded by memories of the woman he once loved, Alexander mistakes Elena for his lost love and spends the night with her. Because of the pregnancy, Alexander is forced to marry Elena—even though he does not want her. Convinced that Elena deliberately trapped him by sneaking into his room, Alexander believes she is nothing more than a gold-digger who used a one-night mistake to secure wealth and status. To him, the marriage is temporary. Once she gives birth to his child, she must leave. “I hate you. A woman like you doesn’t deserve to be my wife. Sign the divorce papers. After you give birth to my child, you will leave this house.” — Alexander Kingston (28) Pregnant and humiliated, Elena realizes she was never a wife in his eyes—only a tool chosen to bear an heir. But what happens when the truth comes out—and Elena was never guilty, never scheming, never trying to trap him? In a cold and unwanted marriage, Elena’s quiet strength and beauty slowly make it impossible for Alexander to ignore his growing feelings. Yet by the time he realizes his mistake… Elena has already given up and walked away. Will Alexander Kingston finally learn the true cost of regret?

Emberleigh, a 21-year-old woman, became an outcast when her parents were killed by the most powerful wolf pack when she was thirteen. She is a human and her mate, Maximus, is an Alpha with a large pack. He arrives with his three best friends three weeks before he and his chosen mate, Tiffany, are due to be mated. Emberleigh is pure, even though she works as a dancer at a local club and is one of the most popular dancers there. When he sees her, he feels the mate bond pull. Feeling rage and jealousy of other men watching, he orders a private dance for himself. She is wary of the wolves and despises them. She believes that the wolf pack, which happens to be Maximus', is the reason she has been orphaned. He must win her trust, her heart, and end the ceremony with Tiffany. Tiffany, heartbroken and enraged, seeks revenge against the human who replaced her as the pack's Luna. In order to tarnish Emberleigh's reputation, she is resorting to hiring external sources outside the pack. When she is left for dead in the middle of the forest, Maximus arrives just in time, finding Emberleigh unconscious and injured. With a mixture of fear and desperation, he carries her back to his pack's territory, vowing to protect her at all costs. As Emberleigh slowly regains consciousness, she finds herself torn between her lingering distrust for wolves and the undeniable connection she feels towards Maximus, who is determined to prove his love and loyalty to her.

“None of them are supposed to touch you Julia.”Silas whispers into my ears and I swallows. “You are ours!!” Sebastian grabs me from behind and I let out a soft moan of pleasure when he pushes into me. “You’re ours to mark, ours to own, ours to f*ck. To use and we do not fucking share Julia.” ******** When Julia moves in with her stepbrothers, she’s warned to behave. What no one warns her about is them. They bully her relentlessly—control where she goes, who she talks to, how she dresses. At school, they let others torment her with words and rumors, but the moment someone goes too far, the punishment is brutal. No one is allowed to touch her. Because she’s theirs. They humiliate her in private, invade her space, watch her like predators marking territory. The way they look at her makes her uneasy… and worse, makes her think things she shouldn’t. Julia doesn’t know they’re Alpha werewolves. She doesn’t know dominance is instinct, or that desire and possession are tangled together in their world. She only knows that the lines between hatred, control, and something dangerously forbidden are starting to blur. They call it protection. They call it discipline. But Julia is starting to realize the truth. She isn’t just being bullied. She’s being claimed in every way that matters.

After the car accident, one of the Johnson sons was dead and the other gravely injured. When my devout, devoted husband woke up in the hospital, he called out, "Dorothy." He claimed that his body then held the soul of his brother, Elias Johnson. I went mad, calling doctors, priests, anyone I could, desperate to bring my husband back. It was not until that night that I overheard his conversation with our son: "Father, you've loved aunt for years. You even kept yourself chaste in your private prayer room, waiting. Now, finally, you can be with her openly." The man in the bed reached out to stroke our son's hair. "If it weren't to stop your mother from destroying her relationship, I wouldn't have married her." I hid in the shadows, still reeling from their words, when I saw what happened after our son left. The husband I had always known, icy, composed, and ascetic to maintain his devout faith for seven years, was then holding his sister-in-law close on that tiny hospital bed, sharing a warmth meant for lovers. The next day, I applied for Jim Johnson's death certificate and burned our marriage certificate. At his grand wedding, I climbed aboard the helicopter sent to fetch me. However, my once-cold husband went mad, chasing after us down several streets, desperate and unhinged.

When I bring up divorce in front of my husband, Vito Corti, he happens to be toying with a lace thigh strap that's gifted to him by a rising adult film star. Vito, the head of the Corti family as well as the youngest Don in Emaly, orders his Soldato to pick up his new lover tonight. Then, he shoots a languid glance at the divorce agreement on the table. "How big of a tantrum are you throwing this time, my dear Donna?" I reply calmly, "I didn't touch the bank card tied to the private account. I also don't want the estate in Emaly as well as the bulletproof convoy. I have already entrusted the asset management authority to your Consigliere." Vito is stunned for a moment, but he still thinks I'm still throwing a tantrum. "You don't want those assets? Then what do you want? My devotion? Gia, I already told you in the past that you're the woman with the highest position in the family. But it's too boring for a Don to own just one woman." He tries to reach out to feel my cheek, thinking that I'll act the same way as before; that I'll forgive him in a roundabout way after lashing out at him. But I just avoid his hand. I no longer want Vito's devotion to me. Now, I just want to leave him.

Lumaki si Lingling na buhay prinsesa sa kanilang probinsya. Ngunit dahil sa nangyari sa kanya ay lumuwas siya ng siyudad para doon na muna manirahan. At dahil gipit sa pera kaya naisip niya na maghanap ng trabaho, humingi ng sign at hindi nagtagal ay may naghahanap na nang trabaho bilang isang private nurse ngunit hindi niya na ito tinanggap dahil nalaman niya na mas matanda pa sa kanya ang aalagaan niya at kulang ang kanyang kaalaman sa pagiging nurse. Hanggang sa may kaibigan ang kanyang ina na naghahanap din na gustong pumasok ng trabaho pero bilang isang Yaya kaya sa dalawang pagpipilian niya na trabaho ay pinili niya ang magiging taga-bantay. Ngunit nagulat si Lingling pagkarating sa bahay kung saan siya magtatrabaho na kung sino ang magiging amo niya. Magawa niya pa kayang tumakas gayong may kasalan siya rito? Ano kaya ang magiging kapalaran niya sa dalawang makulit na anak ng kanyang bilyonaryong amo? Paano kung may kahilingan ang mga anak ng bilyonaryo kay Lingling, kaya niya bang panindigan kung unti-unti ay napapamahal na ito sa kanya?

"The cold-hearted CEO who scares everyone is afraid of losing me?" Grace uttered, her gaze lingering on Evelyn's lips. "Yes, I'm. You don't need to continue your job, you can join my company, Grace." Evelyn cupped her cheeks, slowly taking her lips into a sensual and passionate kiss, pouring all her feelings and love into that kiss. Grace shortly responded to her kiss. "Pearl... That's what they... call me," she moaned loudly when Evelyn unfastened the hook of her bra and caressed her breasts while showering hot kisses all over her shoulders and breasts. "You're my Grace, only mine," Evelyn said between the kisses and pulled that little black panty off her body which was hardly covering her ass. Grace couldn't protest the desires and gave in. The tiny pieces of clothes were the costume of Grace, she was a hot and sexy pole dancer who was famous as 'Pearl'. The way she moved around the pole so skillfully, always made Evelyn feel wet and hot. Until this night, she never dared to come to Grace's room but tonight she was drunk and she wanted nothing but Grace. Maybe after one night with this pole dancer, she would be able to pull her off her mind. It was just a one-night stand for Evelyn but what will happen when she'll offer a job to Grace to become her private dancer?

After being cheated by her beloved boyfriend, Joan Green decided to revenge him. She slept with his uncle, her future uncle-in-law, Noah Hugo, the last kid in the Hugo family, almost the same age with her Ex-boyfriend Fletcher. He was a top and outstanding billionaire in the entire state, having women by his side or sleeping with them was never his desire. Work and Women, are his whole world. Joan contacted and seduced Noah via her private account but she was rejected because Noah knew who she was. 「Wanna F?」 「Pretty. But I don’t fuck my nephew’s girl.」 Joan was furious when she saw his reply, but she didn’t expect that Noah would drink with her at the same pub.She was embarrassed and wanted to escape from him. But he asked her the same question「Wanna F?」 and then... Joan slept with him all night. After she wake up, she just found out that Noah knew her full name. He even knew her cousin Karen Green. That meant Noah knew Joan’s ex-boyfriend betrayed her? Or did he also play trick on her and regard her as a joke!? Joan was in a rage and delete him directly! What if Noah was a scum like Fletcher, then he would never contact Joan again and showed everyone that Joan was a stupid woman. But why? Noah's message was lying on her list again: 「Give me one more chance.」

Julian Ashford, the golden boy of the city's elite, had his left leg broken by his father with a golf club -- all because of me, a scholarship student. He was stripped of his billion-dollar inheritance and cast out of the family. For three years, he dragged that ruined leg around an auto repair shop, doing backbreaking labor just to scrape together enough for my college tuition. Everyone said I was the luckiest girl alive -- that I'd brought the untouchable heir of a financial empire to his knees, made him willing to live on scraps in the worst part of town. Today was our three-year anniversary. I was carrying the freshly signed Holloway Group inheritance confirmation documents, ready to finally tell him my real identity and pull him out of this misery. I walked down the corridor of The Grand Pavilion, holding a box of vanilla shortbread -- his favorite. Through the half-open door of a private suite, Julian Ashford stood tall on two perfectly healthy legs, dressed in an immaculate tailored suit, sliding a rare pink diamond ring onto the finger of Victoria Sterling -- the city's most celebrated socialite. "Victoria, I used that scholarship girl as a shield to survive three years of my old man's relentless arranged marriage schemes. My body's completely untouched. You've always been the one I was going to marry." I looked down at my own hands, cracked and raw from the cold, and tore the inheritance documents to shreds.