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WARNING!!! Contains sucide, strong words, etc please proceed with caution Take off your clothes," he ordered, breaking the silence that seemed to stretch on forever. Honestly, that was the last thing I expected to hear. I had prepared myself for many possibilities, but this request caught me off guard. Did this mean I had unintentionally seduced him? And if I had, did it also mean I was now to be intimate with him? He was undeniably attractive, but did I truly want to become intimate with this strange king? The answer was a resounding no; I did not. With trembling hands, I cautiously reached for the straps of my attire, ready to peel it away from my skin. Yet, something held me back, a hesitation I could not explain. I nervously bit my lower lip and then blurted out without thinking, as I often did, "I am not a harlot," I lied. I noticed the somewhat puzzled look on his face as soon as the words left my lips. "I don't engage in such activities. I'm here to serve you wine, but I accidentally spilled it, and I deeply apologize for that," I hastily added, bowing before making my quick exit from the room. In her darkest moment, a woman named Moon decides to end her life by falling off a bridge. However, the universe grants her a second chance when she mysteriously finds herself in a strange new world, vastly different from Earth. There, she encounters a powerful king who selects her as his mistress, unaware of his dark secret - he's a werewolf and his usually dormant wolf has a strong desire to consume her. As their story unfolds, she must confront her fears, torn between her attraction to the king and the need to protect herself.

Justin Antonio Martínez, a wealthy and powerful businessman, the owner of the Martínez Fashion Industry. His arrogance and unrelenting ambition was well known to the prying eyes of the media. As Justin searches for the perfect woman to hire as his wife, he meets Isabella, a woman who unexpectedly challenges the emptiness of his carefully controlled life. ✦✦✦✦ "You’re relentless, wife." "And who’s a good boy?" She teased, tilting her head at me like she was addressing a misbehaving puppy. I smirked but kept my mouth shut. She leaned in closer, her voice softening to a coo. "Is the good boy angry?" That was it. Restraint? Gone. Before I knew it, my hand was at the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Her eyes widened as her breath caught, her face mere inches from mine. "Justin." She whispered, barely audible, her hand gripping mine like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to push me away or pull me closer. "Yes, wife?" I asked, my gaze flicking between her wide eyes and her parted lips. "Justin." She said again, pouting this time, her cheeks turning a shade of red that I couldn’t ignore. "Hmm?" I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in, pressing a quick, firm kiss to her soft lips. The way her eyes widened and her blush deepened—it was priceless. She froze for a moment, like she couldn’t believe what just happened. I released her neck but kept hold of her hand, guiding it downward. "I’ve got your good boy right here." I teased, my voice low as I placed her hand over the hard bulge in my sweatpants. She looked so flustered, so completely off her game. And damn it, she was tempting. Too tempting.

Audrey Vance is pushed to the brink as her meticulously planned life starts to fall apart. Desperate to save her family home from going into foreclosure and drowning in debt, she does the unimaginable and spends a night of reckless diversion at a Manhattan bar. But rather than making a quick getaway, she meets Damien Knight, a stunningly attractive millionaire who has a lethal charm and an unmistakable evil side. A passionate one-night encounter turns into something far more sinister as Audrey is drawn into Damien's world, where his riches and influence serve as a front for the secrets he conceals. However, when long-held secrets come to light and old foes reappear, Audrey quickly realises that being with Damien might cost her everything, even her heart. Will she weather the tempest of loving a guy like Damien, or will they be torn apart forever by the perils of his world?

Annie Saint-Claire is a woman with an active memory. She daily has to fight constant memories about her husband, Aaron Casey, whom she had lost three years ago. As a widow she has to fight for survival. She is in desperate need of an income. Billionaire Aaron Casey wakes nightly from erotic dreams about a woman whose face keeps eluding him. His frustration and questions about what happened to him makes him a serious man with anger issues and no answers as to why his body has scars. Aaron’s safe place is his office. He trusts no one. He randomly hired a personal assistant unbeknown to him his wife. Annie in her haste to attend an interview has an explosive encounter with her husband, the very man she thought she had lost. He was angry and alive, quick enough to catch her before she collided with the ground. Aaron found himself instantly annoyed yet intrigued with Annie who he impulsively kissed where they stood in a thunderstorm. Annie’s mind and body screaming for answers. Passion and a past have both spiraling out of control. Annie now has the explosive knowledge her husband was alive but completely unaware who she was. One shock look into his eyes…memories flashing through her mind in picture perfect clarity, her heart screaming for completion, demanding she open her broken heart and start rewriting her own heartbeat. Once by all account a forgotten past, now forcing her to reclaim what’s rightfully hers…you are mine: I am yours…

Aria Montgomery never imagined that a one-night stand with Richard Thompson, heir to her family’s greatest rival, would lead to marriage. What was supposed to be her happily ever after turns into a cold, loveless union, where for three long years, she lingers in the shadow of his first love, Natalia. When Natalia reappears, Richard is quick to demand a divorce. He is so happy when she signs the papers but his relief is short-lived. Months later, Richard is stunned to learn that the woman he discarded is a billionaire heiress—and she’s now being pursued by a powerful, charming CEO who’s ready to give her the love she’s always deserved. Now, Richard wonders: Can he win her back, or has he lost her for good?

Ruby Colton is unlike any other Omega you’ve ever seen. She’s bold, sassy, and has the smarts to keep her alive. Though she has no single strength or power because of her small wolf, she’s hard working enough to make up for her flaws with her quick wits and bright brilliance. Lucian Pierce, who is also known as the ‘Dark Devil’, has no place for troublemakers in his pack. But he contradicts this rule of his by himself when he usurps the Blue Sky pack where Ruby is from and gives the sly troublemaker a place in his pack. Ruby needs Lucian’s protection to live peacefully away from her psychotic adoptive brother who wants her gone. Lucian needs Ruby’s wisdom to keep his pack safe from an uprising of a dangerous new breed of rogues. Ruby and Lucian being together is a complex juxtaposition of contradictions. But what can they do when the universe wants them to be together and their fates are entwined? They have no choice but to be life companions in that case.

Fate took a massive turn as Allen Carter aka Joanna found that she needs a lot of money to save her grandmother. As she sat desperate and clueless, a guy approaches her at the bar and he had an offer. She has to marry a billionaire CEO and be his wife for six months and she will be paid a handsome sum of money. However, he kept key information away from her – the CEO is none other than the cold and ruthless Raymond, and that she has the same facial features as his run away bride, and the contract is to replace her. The idea of quick and easy money and her hapless situation compels her to say yes to the offer. She thought it would be easy to get in and out of this six months contract, however she was clueless about the mess that this arrangement will lead to in her and her CEO husband’s lives.

She agreed to be someone else's bride for a quick payday. She never expected her fake husband to return early and he refused to let her go. He knows the truth-she was simply an imposter in a life she hadn't chosen.

Blurb Five years ago, the 18-year-old Mia was the most naive Italian teenager ever. The people she trusted took away her inheritance, identity, and fiance. Finally, she was thrown into the bed of a stranger. That night changed everything in her life. Five years later, she returned to Italy as a world-class model with a secret child. "Mommy, take a quick peek at that handsome uncle", the small girl with a ponytail cupped her cheeks and had a dreamy look on her face. Mia sighed and replied, "Chiara, don't forget our agreement. Anyway, that stranger is not half as handsome as your Dad". The said stranger had a darkened expression on his face. His subordinates felt the urge to laugh but his oppressive aura wouldn't let them do it. That was the first time their boss met a woman who wasn't afraid of offending him. Mia's goals upon her return are only three. One, bring down her enemies and take back her inheritance. Two, Restore her identity as an Arturo. Three, Find the man from that night. What if fate has other plans for her?

I knock on the door, heart pounding like it always does when I’m about to see him. “Come in,” Justin’s voice calls—cool, smooth, and frustratingly calm. I take a deep breath and walk in, holding the folder tightly. “Here’s the report you requested, sir.” He doesn’t even glance at me. Just keeps typing, his expression unreadable. “You’re late,” he says without missing a beat. I clench my jaw. “There was a delay at the printer—” “No excuses, Joanna. Just do better next time.” Ouch. Professional and cold. As always. I nod, ignoring the sting in my chest. “Yes, sir.” I turn to leave, gripping the doorknob—just one more second and I’ll be out of this weird tension-filled office— “Wait.” I freeze. I turn around slowly. “Yes?” Justin stands now, walking toward me. In his hand, a familiar brown paper bag. He holds it out. “You didn’t have lunch.” I blink. “I’m fine.” “You skipped breakfast too. Eat.” I hesitate. “What is it?” “Chicken pesto. No onions.” My breath catches. He still remembers? “Why are you doing this?” I ask quietly. He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. “I just… remember things.” My fingers brush his as I take the bag. Warmth. Stupid warmth that shouldn’t still feel this familiar. Then, he looks at me—really looks at me. “You shouldn’t skip meals… wife.” Silence. My chest tightens. “Don’t call me that.” But my voice is too soft to sound convincing. I walk out before I say something I’ll regret. His words echo in my mind like a dangerous lullaby. Cold one second. Kilig the next. God… he’s still him. And that’s exactly the problem.