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Laura Jones thought she had it all — a loving husband and a life built on trust. But when she discovers she's pregnant, Thomas Grayson's celebration turns into threats of divorce if she keeps the baby. Heartbroken, Laura watches as the man she loved manipulates her, controlling the business she helped build and plotting to take everything from her. The final betrayal hits like a dagger. Thomas has been cheating, scheming to steal her money, and sending her away. Laura did the one thing she could afford and left the country. Five years later, Laura has risen to fame, and Thomas is forced to watch. He realizes too late that making an enemy of Laura Jones was the biggest mistake of h

In my past life, I toiled away at the Lincoln family and treated my in-laws like they were a king and a queen. I also gave my stepson the best education possible and helped him get into a renowned college. Yet, I later ended up dead on the street. My stepson said, "You're not my mother. You'll never be her!" He breaks my legs, kicks me out of the house, and watches as I starve to death. It's only after my death that I find out he's the illegitimate son of my husband and his true love! When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day my husband, Simon Lincoln, brings my stepson home.

During a charity gala, my boyfriend bids on a pair of matching watches but gives one of them to his true love. The media excitedly capture the scene and ask, "You bought a million-dollar watch without even batting an eye, Mr. Loewe. You've been single all these years—is it time for you to make an official announcement on your relationship status?" Everyone off stage applauds him, and I join them. I give him my blessings for his so-called announcement. To make it up to me, he attends my birthday celebration. Yet he pushes me into the cake to make his true love happy. Unbeknownst to him, there's a steel rack in the cake to keep it steady. I end up bloodied and on the brink of death.

To the world, Elena was a penniless orphan who struck gold by marrying the "Titan of Tech," Julian Vane. For three years, she endured his coldness, his mistress’s taunts, and the label of "trash" housewives. But when Julian tosses the divorce papers at her to marry a socialite, he triggers the end of Elena’s "Poverty Trial." The woman he discarded doesn't exist. In her place stands the sole heiress to the Everett Global Syndicate—a shadow empire that owns the very ground Julian walks on. As Julian watches his world burn, Elena isn't just seeking a divorce; she’s seeking a total liquidation. But as a new, more dangerous King enters the board, Elena realizes her revenge was only the opening

Elena was supposed to marry a monster. Instead, she betrayed him. Now, Rae Rossi is paying the price. Forced into the life of a runaway mafia fiancée, Rae has one rule—stay quiet, obey, and survive. But Marcelo Bernardo isn’t a man who forgives betrayal… and he doesn’t realize the woman beside him isn’t the one who hurt him. At first, it’s just a game of deception. Then it becomes something far more dangerous. Because the longer Rae pretends to be Elena… the more Marcelo starts to notice. The more he watches, the more he wants. And when the truth finally comes out— He won’t just break her. He’ll destroy her.

Lana thought losing her boyfriend to a richer woman was the worst thing that could happen to her. Until she lost her job, her stability, and almost herself. Desperate and drowning, she crosses paths with a man she should have feared. Karl Moretti. The ruthless heir to a powerful empire. A man whispered about in fear and desire. He watches her before he speaks, studies her before he claims her. And once he sets his sights on Lana, walking away is no longer an option. But Lana isn’t just another woman caught in his web. There’s something about her, something tied to a past buried in blood and secrets. As their worlds collide, hidden truths begin to surface about her mother’s death,

Eira has spent her life hating and hunting vampires which is exactly why she intends to kill Kaine the moment she gets the chance. Ancient, powerful, and now her captor, Kaine is unlike any vampire she has been trained to destroy. He watches her too closely. Knows things he shouldn't. And no matter how many times she tries to escape, always seems to find her again. And Eira can’t figure out how. All she knows is that Kaine is searching for something—something he believes she has. And the closer she gets to the truth, the more she begins to question everything she’s been taught about monsters… and herself. Because in Kaine’s world, survival isn’t the only thing at stake. It’s d

"Who are you?", the thick voice fills the young woman's ears scaring her, and unconsciously her whole body trembles with fear, it's definitely him, it's the murderer. "He has come to kill me!" - shouts the young girl's inner voice. But without giving up the flesh she gets out of the carriage and starts to run, she looks back and Occisor follows her. "I have no choice" - she thinks and transforms, Occisor stops running immediately and watches the huge wolf running in front of him. "She it's not an omega, the scars must be from battles it has won, but that fur, I've never seen it like that, what kind of wolf must it be, what do those red spots mean?" - He wonders thoughtfully and s

Agatha cries as she watches Baltazar, an ancient warlock from the 13th century, murder her mother on her sixteenth birthday. She stayed off the grid and lived a frugal life in the company of a group of rogues for three years until a vision revealed she was fated to two alphas from different packs. She tried to communicate with her mates using her magic, but it only led her back to Baltazar, who intends to kill her and harvest her ancient power. After escaping captivity, her mate, Nathaniel, threw her into the dungeon, accusing her of attacking his pack and plotting to kill him. Sebastian, her other mate, stayed by her side as they fought against the warlocks and werewolves. Witness

"He's my stepfather. Technically. But we have history from high school. He was my first love. My first everything." I stare at my hands because I can't look at her face while I say this. "Now he's forcing me to pole dance for him while he watches." "Watches?" "Yes." The word sticks in my throat. "He watches, touches himself and then he... marks me. Without touching me anywhere else. Just watching and then claiming me like I'm his territory." Three weeks ago, I walked out on my husband. Eleven months of rejection, of wondering what was wrong with me, of lighting candles for a man who was saving himself for my best friend. When I finally heard the truth from his own mouth, I packed on