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In the eighth year of my marriage to Georgia Snow, her 108th lover, John, showed up and made a scene in front of me. In the past, she would have dealt with anyone this bold before they even reached me. However, she broke from her usual pattern this time. She indulged his behavior and allowed him to taunt me. Georgia even brought him along to high-profile events. She turned a blind eye to all the rumors circulating everywhere. She even dared to skip my family banquet. When I saw the photos my secretary had sent over, Georgia was in a high-end restaurant enjoying a meal with John. The next second, I showed the photos to her mother. Georgia and I were in a business marriage. We had agreed from the start that we could each do as we pleased. With that said, there was an unspoken rule. We had to keep up appearances and maximize the combined interests of both families. Since she refused to follow the rules, I had to ditch her, lest she affected my family business’ stock price.

I was anonymously reported for fraudulent credit card use and arrested. The victim turned out to be my own husband. I pulled out my phone to show them our marriage certificate to prove my innocence, but the police officer frowned as he looked at me. "Ma'am, the Lucas Richardson on this certificate is not your husband. You're still unmarried." I could not believe it and asked the officer to check again immediately. He looked at me with sympathy, but quickly spoke again, "Our records show that Lucas Richardson's spouse is Vivian Clarke and that they have a three-year-old child together. Ma'am, if you cannot prove your relationship with him, you will face criminal detention." I felt like I had been struck by lightning. Six years ago, Lucas had a secretary named Vivian who was obsessively in love with him. On the day Lucas and I got married, she caused a scene and threatened suicide. In the end, he had to personally handle the situation for three days before coming home. It turned out that his solution was to marry Vivian instead.

A sheltered woman has her first night with a stranger—only to discover he’s the ruthless billionaire who just became her new boss. I thought he was a stranger. A man I would never see again. A man who made me feel wanted for the first time in my life. We agreed it was only one night—no names, no promises, no future. But fate has a dark sense of humor. On my first day at my new job, I walk into the boardroom… and there he is. Liam Hawthorne. The ruthless billionaire CEO who owns the company—and now owns my biggest secret. He recognizes me instantly. And he’s not letting me pretend it never happened. When he corners me after the meeting, his voice is low, dangerous, possessive: “You can run from everyone else, but not from me.” I’m hiding another truth from him—the consequences of that night. The little heartbeat growing inside me. And when he finds out, Liam Hawthorne will burn the world down to claim what’s his… including me.

Pretty, cool, genius, and talented— those are the adjectives I am being described in every street and places you asked about my name, Khrystyanna Solano. I am being entitled as a perfect girl with a perfect life for the riches my family possesses. I am being called by names in different ways for who cares about it. But no one asked if: who really is Khrystyanna Solano? I am the so-called perfect who once had a perfect life. A complete family, a cozy house, trusted workers, loyal family friends and even the perfect parents. But who would have thought that in a joyous occasion that is supposed to be filled with happiness and laughter, all I and my best friend once have... just vanished? Not long after this, another wave of surprises welcomed me. The once I thought finished is still nothing but a dream. Because the man who took everything away from me, returned for another thing he wanted... me. What is his intention for chasing after me? What is his reason for doing such a horrendous thing in our family? And... What is he?

Diane was the daughter of pack hunters. Her world shattered the night she walked in on her five-month boyfriend and chosen mate in bed with her best friend. He wasn't remorseful and accused her of being the cause. Heartbroken and humiliated, she ran to the one place where the pain might disappear — a nightclub. She got drunk and had a one night stand with a stranger. It was supposed to be one night with no names shared and no consequences. Until the new semester began — and that same stranger walked into her classroom, no longer just a man from her past, but her math teacher. Leo is more than he appears. He is the vampire Prince in disguise and he's come to the Red Moon Pack territory on a mission of revenge — to destroy the wolves who murdered his mother. Vampires and Werewolves are grave enemies so he was supposed to hate Diane and even kill her to protect his identity. But Instead, she became his everything. Fated mates. It was a Forbidden love but it was too late. She was pregnant for him. Diane must choose between her heart and her pack.

I had been in a relationship with Zachary Dawson for seven years and engaged for three when, out of the blue, Ruby White, the daughter of his mentor, moved into our home. Sitting casually on the bed that Zachary and I shared, Ruby lounged with an air of nonchalance, her voice playful and teasing. "Zachary, the dental god, sure has a nice bed," she remarked with a smirk. "I can only imagine what it would be like to spend the night with him in this bed." I captured the scene on my phone and sent the video to our family group chat with a brief message: Looks like Zachary might have a new girlfriend Zachary rushed home, wrapping his arms protectively around a tearful Ruby. He pointed at me, his voice seething with anger. "My mentor's dying wish was for me to take care of Ruby! If you can't accept that, then move out!" Honestly, my brows furrowed deeper than the wrinkles on the bedsheets Ruby had sat on. Fine. I didn't need the bed, and I didn't need a fiancé anymore.

I knew perfectly well that open flames were forbidden at a gas-leak scene, yet as a firefighter, I still backed my girlfriend's childhood friend when he insisted on lighting a cigarette "to calm his nerves." In my previous life, a sudden gas leak erupted during a gathering. Her childhood friend insisted on smoking to steady himself. I slapped the lighter out of his hand and yelled at him for trying to get us all killed. Humiliated, he ignored everyone's attempts to stop him and stormed outside—only to be crushed by an advertising board blown loose by the explosion's shockwave. Later, when I saved a child who had fallen from a building and was left hanging in midair myself, my girlfriend—my second-in-command—maliciously cut my safety rope. She stared at my corpse and said, "If you hadn't humiliated George in front of everyone, he wouldn't have died." When I opened my eyes again, I was back in that room thick with the stench of leaking gas.

Tantalizing crimson eyes and jet black hair were all Lily could remember in the features of the enigmatic young man who saved her ten years ago when she was kidnapped. One day, she accidentally saw him again after ten years in the middle of a busy street in an unexplainable situation. Time froze for few seconds, people around her stopped moving, and in his snap of finger defreezes time, as the car in front of him lose control and crashed with the nearby truck. She was left dazed by what had just happened in front of her. The scene shocked her and triggered her memory of him. "The guy who saved me was no human," she murmured staring blankly, remembering their uncanny encounter a decade ago. "Grim Reaper?" Confusion was written on her face. He shook his head. "Non, I am Doom, and I bring death to people." After the street incident, she couldn't forget his face and his lines kept replaying in her dreams like a broken tape which made her wonder if this was part of the after-effects of her trauma or if it was destiny that aligned their stars to collide.

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My childhood friend called, saying he was trapped in a fire. He wanted to hear my voice one last time, and I rushed to the scene as fast as I could. But in that small, blazing spot, there was only a cat. Stumbling, I got the cat out, but my arms got burned. A crowd gathered, pointing at me and laughing hysterically. "She actually went for it?" "What a simp, risking her life like that!" Safe and sound, Colin Porter stepped out of the crowd with a grin. He picked up the cat from my arms and handed it to his crush. "See? I told you the cat would be fine. When have I ever lied to you?" Turning back to me, he said, "The cat got spooked and ran into the fire. We didn't know what to do, so we called you. Thank you for your help." The people around us snickered, like they were watching a trained dog. Later, on my wedding day, my husband carried me to the car. Colin, dragging his burned, bloody legs, crawled on the ground. He begged, "I'm hurt, Selena! Come help me!"