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The night my in-laws were rushed to the hospital after a car accident, I hurried over to handle the situation. At the payment counter, I swiped my card—only to find that the joint account I shared with my husband had a mere two dollars left. I called my husband, Zarrick Thompson, over and over again. But he never picked up. It wasn't until later that I learned the truth—he had taken our money to celebrate his first love's birthday. Desperate, I borrowed seventy thousand from a friend to save my in-laws. But after they recovered, they flat-out denied everything. My husband, meanwhile, made no attempt to hide his relationship with her. He wanted me gone. To force me into a divorce, he went as far as setting me up—staging an affair, taking photos of me being humiliated. Then he used them to threaten me. Either I walked away with nothing, shouldering all our debts, or he would ruin me completely. I worked endlessly, day and night, to pay it all off. Until, one winter, I collapsed in a frozen alley and never got up again. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the accident.

"Strip" The words rang in my ear like a death sentence. I had the option to walk away but to save my lifeline, I swallowed my pride and obeyed the one man I swore I would never face again. Lucien Vaughn. My ruthless ex. “You betrayed me for money, didn’t you?” he asked coldly “Now, earn it” Cash rained over my trembling body, as if I was nothing more than his personal plaything. "Dance for me" ~~~~ Broken by her ex, Cynthia ran away with the man of her father's choice. Burying her past, she rebuilt her life from scratch until her ex returned, burning in the fire of revenge. He wants to ruin her, break her, and make her pay for the betrayal that turned him into a monster. But Cynthia is no longer the girl he once controlled. Even when desperation drags her to her knees, she refuses to bow. Her fire and defiance, only feed his obsession and reveal her deepest secret which changes everything... Now Lucien doesn’t just want her. He wants what she stole from him. She would die to protect it. He would kill to claim it.

A Werewolf who wasn't given a name was abused by the ones she thought as her family. Before she turned 18, she was sold to traders who then placed her in an auction like a caged bird. For 3 years no one bought her, and as per rule of the traders, if a product is not saleable for 3-4 years, it will be discarded and make money of the body parts instead. Thus, it was her last chance. And before she was butchered and be skinned to sell her fur, Alpha Raven of Kingston Pack who was present at the auction of her last year, bought her. When he learned that she has no name, he named her Antheia, and treated her like his most precious possession. Everything was going well not until Antheia was found by the Royal family. Turning out that she was the missing Princess and next to the throne, but, it was said that since she was born, she was already betrothed to an Alpha Prince of another region. They took her and separated her from Alpha Raven who was her mate, saying that mate bonds are not a thing for Royal bloods, and they must fulfill the pact they made with the Alpha Prince, threatening her that they would eliminate Alpha Raven and his pack if she won't bend to her family's wishes. What would she do to save her beloved mate? Will it be on her power to cause the War of the Werewolf Royals?

The biggest mistake you can ever make is letting a woman take over your heart. Women are instrument of evil, they love to be loved by the kindest hearts but they love to live with the guy that has the biggest bag because apparently, their hearts beat for two things: money and solely peace. But in all cases, money always comes out on top, that's why I now preach, "screw love, chase money." Otherwise, you'll be standing alone at the damn altar, waiting for the bride who ditched you for a wealthier man.

Florence Lancaster is a hybrid who has the blood of two exceptional people in her veins. Having been abandoned since she was 10 years old, a man took her in and trained her as a tool to achieve his goals. She was referred to as Veilios, a conniving spy that is well-known among werewolves who go by numerous guises. But after being tasked with spying on a band of outlaws, she found herself on the Alpha King and Werewolf Council's list of most-wanted people, making her the target of their hunt. She spent years in hiding before being accepted into a pack, but everything fell apart when the pack she was with was attacked. In order to save a girl, she was forced into making a bargain with the attackers who demanded money in exchange. And she can only offer it to them by participating in an auction and working for a month as a werewolf's mistress. However, she had no idea that the new track of her life would bring her even closer to the destiny she had been trying to avoid for so many years. ........ She is strong-willed to escape. He is adamant about keeping her. She wanted to be loved. He doesn't want to be in love. Everyone wanted her, Everyone fears him. She belongs to him but he doesn't belong to her.

The day my biological family comes to take me home, a car accident occurs. My parents and the fake son who had been living my life all die, but my sister, Kayla Bennett, survives. She despises me completely after that and blames the company's bankruptcy on me too. Desperate to make amends, I work over ten jobs a day, giving her every cent I earn so she can buy back the villa that has all our family memories. The day I finally save enough money, I discover my supposedly dead parents inside that same villa, celebrating Dylan Bennett's birthday. My usually cold sister is laughing warmly with them. As they bring out the cake, Mom mentions me. "Today's Nathan's birthday too. We've been punishing him for eight years now. Maybe we should bring him home?" Kayla cuts her off immediately. "We agreed on ten years to make sure he never suggests sending Dylan away again. Not one year less!" I clutch my medical report and laugh through my tears. But Kayla, I'm dying.

Contracted to My Boss When poverty and her sister’s critical illness leave her with nowhere to turn, she reaches out to her boyfriend for help—only to face a devastating betrayal. Outside the hospital, he declares he’s leaving her for another woman, branding her a burden who offers him no benefits. Shattered, she flees and accidentally collides with the CEO of her company, who has overheard every word of her heartbreak. He presents a pragmatic solution: a contract marriage where he gets the wife he needs to navigate family expectations, and she gets the money to save her sister. Seeing no other option, she agrees, and they formalize their arrangement as a strictly business deal with no room for emotions. But as they share their lives under one roof, their professional boundaries begin to crumble. His tender gestures, protective instincts, and unexpected kisses leave her questioning if this is truly just a contract. For him, the thought of her walking away—wearied by the pressure from his family and doubts about their future—awakens feelings he never anticipated. What began as a transaction to solve their individual problems evolves into something far more complex, forcing both to confront whether their growing connection is real, or if they’re simply pretending to fill the voids in their lives.

I needed money, not love, not sin, not to become a fuck toy. Just enough to save my dying mother. So when a mysterious woman offered me a deal, one night with a rich client for a life-changing amount, I said yes. A decision I thought I’d regret for just a night…. not for eternity. But everything twisted when I didn't sleep with the man who paid for my virginity. I fucked not ordinary men instead. They’re the Velvet twins. Lucifer, the calm, manipulative, and calculative one Raven, the wild, and dangerous one, addicted to chaos. Sons of the mafia king who destroyed my father. They claim I’m theirs, their contract, their property, their future. And most importantly, the Mother of their unborn child. That's when I realized I didn't sell one night of my life. Turns out, I sold my future. Now I’m trapped between two devils who want to own me, break me, and maybe even love me. But when the truth surfaces, one question burns: Which of them murdered my father? Then, more questions stack. But what if the man who killed my father is the one I’m falling for? What if the twins didn’t just buy my body, they bought my bloodline?

I came to beg for mercy. He offered to save me… for a price. One week. Seven forbidden nights in his snowbound lake house. $187,400.17 wiped clean if I obey every single command. Cassian Voss. My mother’s ex-husband. The man who raised me, then vanished the day the divorce was final. Now a billionaire photographer who shoots the most depraved, beautiful fantasies money can buy… and keeps the pictures for himself. He says I only have to be his assistant. Hand him ropes. Hold the lights. Watch while perfect, naked women kneel and call him Sir. But I feel his eyes on me every time the shutter clicks. I hear the way his voice drops when he calls me “little girl.” I see the way he smiles when I flinch. He promised he wouldn’t touch me. He never said I wouldn’t beg him to. By the seventh night, the debt will be paid. The only question left is whether I’ll drive away free… or drop to my knees and plead with my stepfather to keep me forever. Warning: extremely spicy, very taboo, praise kink, forced proximity, possessive alpha, no cheating, guaranteed HEA.

When Luca realized that I hadn't asked for money for five days now, he thought I'd finally stopped being a greedy slumdog and handed me a black card as if giving alms. "I can foot your mother's medical bills, but only as long as you stop trying to siphon money off the family. I'm doing all this because I want you to become an outstanding Donna, y'know." He had no idea that my mother was already dead, or that I'd signed the divorce papers—I certainly didn't need the money now. As I left, I found myself still wearing the soda can pull tab that he gave me on a whim for my wedding ring. I sighed—no one would believe that the noble Donna of the Gambino family needed approval just to get money for socks. All because he believed Lina, his secretary, who told him that I had married him for his money. When my mother's heart started failing five years ago, Lina refused to approve my request to foot the bill and even framed me for lying. Luca had no idea that I was only bearing with this abuse because my mother was being nursed in his private hospital. Now that my mother was gone, I decided to be myself again and leave him forever.