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Aliana Reeves is an affable and dazzling rising model and actress, tagged as a social butterfly in the entertainment industry. However, at the back of this lies her limited freedom, strict diets and body rules, monitored activities, lack of privacy, and greater exposure to other people’s judgment. In one private party where she was allowed to be herself, she chose to seize it as she rarely had this kind of chance. Waking up the following day, she found herself in a five-star luxury hotel next to a sleeping hot billionaire, Kievan Aldrei Martinez. In the midst of her world filled with camera flashes and his private life packed with luxury and complexity, will love be able to flourish? Is that one steamy night the start of it all, or has there always been a red string connecting them from the time an accident happened fifteen years ago?

All of Italy knew Kayson Moretti was obsessed with me. He was the untouchable Don of the Moretti family, a man who never lost control in public, yet he broke every rule for me. He declared his love at a gathering of the most powerful mafia families in the country, then bought an entire private island just to build me a glass-domed garden when he proposed. For years, he laid the world at my feet—power, jewels, territory, status. If I wanted something, Kayson didn’t promise it. He made it mine. That was why everyone believed I was the luckiest woman in Italy. They were wrong. Because the same man who swore he would die for me was sleeping with his private secretary behind my back. Worse, he got her pregnant. The day she sent me her ultrasound, their bed photos, and every intimate secret she thought would destroy me, I didn’t cry. I didn’t beg. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I erased every trace I had ever left in his world. My name. My accounts. My records. My past. I staged my death. I let the world believe I had died in a private jet crash.

Seven years ago... I was his stalker. Three years ago... I was his wife. Two years ago... I was his ex-wife. Since the day he left me, my life has never been the same. It seems like I gathered all life's misfortunes - my mother died from cancer, our family business went down, and my dad could not face the shame, so he killed himself, leaving me to take on the responsibilities of paying his debts. I have to work hard to make ends meet. I worked as a baker, a dance instructor, and an entertainer to pay the debts as well as to support myself. I was trying to be okay until he came back. He manipulated everything - owned the bakeshop where I worked as a baker, paid me to give him private dance classes, and made me agree to perform in private with him. Do you think that is already worse? Nah-uh! He paid my family's debt in the banks, so I am obliged to pay him based on his terms. I am Patricia Sandoval, sold to Stuart Cordoval - I am his personal assistant, private chef, personal dance instructor, exclusive entertainer, and on-call bedwarmer for my beloved ex-husband. This may sound absurd, but yes, I am sold to my ex-husband.

"I bought you, Aurora… and now, you’re mine. Be my private dancer… dance only for me." For Aurora Brooks, love is a fake currency that doesn’t buy bread. Love didn’t save her Momy from her Daddy’s violent grip, and it didn’t pay off the gambling debts chasing them. The only way to survive is money—and money is found in one place: on the stage of Roth’s Night Club, where she sells her dance to the rich to buy her family’s safety. But one night in Alexander Roth’s private suite changed everything. Alexander isn’t just a billionaire; he’s the port’s emperor, a cold widower with power that makes men tremble and women kneel. He offered her a deal she couldn’t refuse: "I will be your protection… in exchange for becoming my private possession." Aurora thought she had escaped her Daddy’s hell, only to find herself in a golden prison ruled by a man who refuses to touch her but watches her every breath with deadly jealousy. A man who worships the memory of his late wife yet hunts Aurora with looks that burn her skin. But the real shock wasn’t in his darkness… it was in his identity. When Aurora discovers that the “beast” sleeping in the next room—the man she signed her ownership contract to—is the same man who is her sister’s fiancé’s Daddy. He is the fever who will stand at her sister’s wedding to bless the family… while secretly forcing her to be his private dancer behind closed doors. Now, Aurora is trapped in a forbidden game. If she runs, she destroys her sister’s future. If she stays, she loses her soul to a forbidden man.

A CEO discovers he has been targeted and hires a Private Detective to help unravel the mystery. Together, they find the criminal, survive numerous life or death situations, fight corporate espionage, and learn about true love. This is a MxM story with mystery, action, and seduction.

During the annual awards gala, I stepped out to use the restroom. When I came back, my year-end bonus was gone, canceled for allegedly assaulting a new coworker, Elan Crowe. In my first life, I desperately tried to prove my innocence by showing my fitness tracker’s movement data, proving I had been in the bathroom. Calder Roane, the department head, flew into a rage. "Everyone in the department saw you hit him. And you still want to deny it?" I struggled and explained frantically, but in the chaos, I accidentally fell down the stairs and died on the spot. In my second life, I took medical leave and skipped the gala entirely. I never expected that just past noon, the police would surround my home. "Lyra Vale, you’re suspected of intentional homicide. You need to come with us." Elan’s enraged family had then rushed forward and stabbed me repeatedly. I died again. In my third life, I ran to the city plaza, started a livestream, and rapped on camera, turning every viewer into my alibi. That night, the police still came. "The evidence is conclusive. Please come with us." At the station, they pulled up surveillance footage. It clearly showed me sneaking into the gala hall, arguing with Elan, then picking up a knife and stabbing him straight in the back. I was completely stunned. Three days later, I took a bullet. After endless rebirths, I finally laughed in anger. This time, I stormed straight into the gala hall, pressed a knife across Elan's throat, and said, "This is a kidnapping."

SPG ALERT ❗ WARNING: Viewer discretion is advised. Contains graphic sex scenes, mature contents, adult language and situation intended for mature readers only. Si Scarlet ay isang office assistant sa isang kompaniya. Siya ay isang dakilang utusan sa kanilang departmento. Utos doon, utos dito. Kahit busy siya sa kaniyang sariling trabaho ay hindi ito makatanggi sa kaniyang kasamahan. Kahit hindi siya pinapasalamatan ng mga ito, ay ginagawa pa rin niya ang utos nila, dahil kahit papaano ay nakakatulong siya sa kanila. Nang mag-aya ang kaibigan ni Scarlet na magdiwang ng kaarawan nito sa isang eksklusibo at respetadong male strip club ay wala naman itong nagawa kung hindi ay pumayag. Doon niya nakilala ang isang lalaking stripper na nakamaskara, sinayawan siya nito ng mapangakit at mapanghalina. Hindi niya malaman ang kaniyang nararamdaman pero gusto niya itong makilala at malaman ang pangalan man lang. Hindi niya mawari kung anong sumapi sa kaniya dahil nakita niya na lang ang kaniyang sarili na nakaabang sa backstage at lihim na sinusubaybayan ang lalaki. Nagbibihis ito at nang hinubad ang kaniyang maskara ay nagulat siya sa kaniyang nakita. Hindi siya makapaniwala sa kaniyang nalaman--- “Bakit siya? Bakit ang Boss niya pa?”

My name is Lennie Sherman, and I am a python handler. However, I gradually realize that the python doesn't quite like me. Every time we meet, it will always use its tail to hit my private part and then hiss in my face.

白木夏希（しらき なつき）は先天性の不妊症だった。それでも夫は「たとえ一生子どもを持たないとしても、必ず君を妻にする」と言って結婚した。 しかし、結婚して五年後、夫の浮気スキャンダルがTwitterで炎上した。彼は後悔しきりで夏希に詫びた。「敵に薬を盛られただけだ。あの夜のことは何も覚えていない」と。 そして十ヶ月後、夫は突然、双子の赤ちゃんを連れて帰ってきた。 その子に母乳を飲ませていたのは、夏希の大学時代のルームメイト、つまり、あの一夜を共にした女だった。

My father suffered a heart attack and collapsed. Emergency treatment required the installation of a cardiac stent. I asked my husband to approve an expense of 10 thousand dollars for the surgery. Cameron Lister, the CEO, refused coldly, "The company and family accounts have been frozen recently because of a major project. Your father has medical insurance, so just use a cost-effective domestic stent for now." He was the sole administrator of all the bank cards in my family. His reply made me sorrowfully realize something. Even though I was a genius architectural designer with an annual income of 600 thousand dollars, I was still not worthy of choosing a better life-saving device for my own father. It was a Twitter post forwarded by a colleague, freshly and gleefully posted by the company intern Wendy. [Cameron is so nice. I just said I liked painting, and he gave me a million dollars to organize an art exhibition. I love him so much!] I looked at my father lying on an extra bed in the hospital corridor, groaning in pain, and then looked at the photo of them sweetly embracing each other. I finally understood that Cameron had perhaps never truly loved me. He had only treated me as a stepping stone for his soaring career, and as a tool for him to exploit without limits. 'If this is what you want, Cameron, then don't blame me for being ruthless,' I said inwardly.