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Abductors bind me in a basement, subjecting me to the torment of dozens. Meanwhile, my husband, Evan Foster, dines by candlelight with his lover, Carmen Locke. My abductors grant me one chance to call for help, and I dial Evan's number. I'm certain he will come for me. I believe Evan would give his life for me, as he once vowed that his future held no meaning without me. Clinging to hope, I call the number etched in my heart. However, Evan scolds me for interrupting their date. "You think I'll come get you? Dream on. Maybe I'll bother to collect your body if you die out there." His words crush me, and I do die. Five days later, Evan stands before the autopsy table, grimacing at the mangled remains before him. Even as the police department's finest forensic expert, having dissected thousands of bodies, he condemns the killer's brutality. Yet, despite his cold dismissal of my desperate plea over the phone, he now wears a look of pity. Evan, if you knew these fragments belonged to me, would you still find me worthy of your compassion?

Three years of my loyalty. My body. My silence. My whole heart wrapped up and placed in hands that never deserved it. And the night I found out I was carrying his child — I found him in our bed with my best friend instead. He didn't beg. Didn't explain. He looked me in the eye and said I was never his first choice. Then he filed the rejection papers before I could finish crying. So I left. I buried Cora — the weak, devoted, foolish Luna who loved a man who saw her as a placeholder. Five years later, I'm someone else entirely. Someone with a life he could never have imagined for me. Someone with a son whose silver eyes are the only beautiful thing that man ever gave me without meaning to. Now his pack is dying. And I'm the only one who can save them. He's on his knees in front of me. The question isn't whether I'll help him. The question is — how much will it cost him first? Some women fall apart when they're broken. I rebuilt myself into something he'll never be able to bury again.

Jocelyn Marie is a widow who took over her late husband’s business. She threw herself into her work to dull the pain of her loss. After being invited out by Vincent, her business partner, and enjoying a fun night out with a bunch of his rough and tumble marine friends, she realizes just how lonely she is and is determined to take back her identity and her desire. When several of them show interest in her, she doesn’t hesitate to jump in with both feet. The marines are all interested in a multiple-partner relationship due to a promise they made to each other back in the service. They promised if any one of them found an exceptional woman who had a healing heart and was willing to take them all on, they would want the opportunity to share her and her love in the hopes she would be able to save them from themselves. For Jocelyn, she wants to get into this multiple-partner relationship to find herself again and bring meaning and joy back into her life. She has been falling down her own slippery slope of emotions, hardships and addictions. She wants to grab life by the horns, heal and just run with it. However, when they are faced with several adversities, terrible secrets, an unexpected pregnancy and heartbreak, can the group survive when the odds are stacked so high against them? Includes: Reverse harem, multiple partner

Cara Bloom and Liam Johnson used to be college sweethearts until Liam's father offered to pay for her mother's treatment with the condition that she will end things with his son because he is to be married to the daughter of his business tycoon friend. She signed a contract of secrecy and took up his offer. Her mother is transferred to one of the best hospitals, meaning she had to leave for Boston. It was for her good especially after she ended things with Liam over a text and cut off all ties with him. After battling cancer for many years, her mother eventually goes home to rest for good. Her mother's best friend, Mrs Johnson sends her a mail saying the least she could do for her best friend’s daughter is make sure she's okay and that's why she has secured her accommodation and a job in Dublin. Cara Bloom doesn't think twice, she immediately takes the offer. After all, she wanted to leave and forget the sad memories that Boston held, and last she checked, Liam was already married with a child so his father had nothing to worry about. Besides, it's been 6 years since she left Ireland. Find out what happens when their paths cross.

Fortune and zacks relationship seemed to be moving smoothly.The two lovebirds felt like nothing could ever separate them. Zack on the other hand was not a simple man as he had a frightening secret identity.Either ways, things didn't turn out as they thought, fortune and Zacks love story was unexpectedly cut short. "Fortune please think about this rationally, you can't leave zack because you found out he has a five-year-old child with his ex-lover which he didn't know of". Fortune's best friend, Asia advised but it was too late. Fortune was compelled to leave zack due to the circumstances she found herself in. Few years down the line, fortune fell in love with her childhood crush and she believed he was the one destined for her but she didn't know she was in an unrequited relationship which was short lived. " alex what is the meaning of all this? I come to y-your house j-just to find you in bed with another woman?" "Zack, please come t-to city hospital. F-fortune tried to kill herself" Asia trembled as she reported to back on the phone. "Damn it! Alex how dare you hurt fortune! I don't care who you are, you must pay for this!

I am Seranda Williams the uwanted, born from a lineage of slaves, embedded with the mark of Zeranda cursed god of the souls of the dead. A plague waiting to be eradicated. a plague waiting to be destroyed, a celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I stare from the open bars of my home, a crumbling place known to others as a dungeon, but I have called this place home for the last 18 years, today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death. I feel nothing, I have been groomed as a sacrificial lamb. am neither the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. Nothing is there to be felt, I was neither provided information on why I must die, nothing could break me. No, they can't…can they? Neglected separated front all. Groomed as a sacrificial lamb, what was there to hope for? I am not the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. I have lived off scraps of food for the longest time, not like I saw meaning to why I was fed. I was going to be killed either way. I got myself ready, but there wasn't much to be done, I washed my hair with the little water left from the previous day, I have been isolated from humans since my birth. I did not get the chance to be a child like every other kid out there. I was barely given enough to last me for 18 years. The door abruptly opens and hefty men rush in with chains and shackles. “Tie the slave”

After becoming pregnant, my mate Derek transformed from a notorious playboy into the perfect devoted partner. He dismissed all his lovers and stayed by my side constantly, attending to every detail of my care with meticulous attention. Everyone marveled at his dramatic change, claiming he had truly fallen in love and reformed because of me. Three days before I gave birth to our pup, I heard him on a phone call. "Derek, that orphaned omega your mate sponsored is looking for you again. The girl's devoted enough - still chasing after you after all these years." Derek scoffed coldly. "Don't mention her again. If it weren't for accumulating good karma for my unborn pup, I'd never spend another penny on any other she-wolf." But on the night before my delivery, after he received a message from that omega, he decisively abandoned me. "Sorry, Alpha Derek. My bone marrow compatibility test failed. Thank you for sponsoring me all these years. I'm sorry that I can't accompany you anymore." During the storm, he left me alone deep in the forest. I called him desperately through our mindlink, but he had blocked me completely - every attempt met with cold silence. The rogue wolves found me in my vulnerable state. Their attack was merciless, and my body, heavy with pregnancy, couldn't defend itself. The trauma was too much. When I woke up again in the healing center, my pup was gone. Derek gave me the mate bond severance agreement with red-rimmed eyes. "The girl is stubborn and gets upset whenever she hears your name. Once she can accept you, I'll mark you again." Finally heartbroken, I left him behind. Three years later, I was at an auction house with my sister-in-law, my belly round with pregnancy again, when violent sounds erupted behind us. Derek stared fixedly at my swollen belly, his whole body trembling. "Whose pup is in your belly?"

“Elijah!” I sneered, slapping him right across the face; he seemed unaffected as he let out a smirk. “What do you think you're doing?!” I said. "Look at me closely, sweetie. I know how you feel about me. Every inch of you is my property; I own you, and if you'd think you're free from me, you're dead wrong" Elijah scoffed as he pinned me against the bathroom door. I yanked his grip off me before glaring at him, unaffected by his presence which once gave me butterflies. “Whatever you tried to do out there, don't test me. I can have you thrown back in jail if I wanted” He spat. “My life has got nothing to do with you!” I muttered. “Oh it's my business of course, so now you're sleeping with other men to get me jealous right?” he chuckled manacly. “You left me to die in jail, who I am with is none of your concern!” I yelled back. “I'm not afraid of you Elijah!” I responded nonchalantly. “Under which grounds? Last time I checked, you don't have the power to do that anymore.” Elijah's face turned red and he held my hand even tighter, gripping my cheeks until I could not move. “You don't scare me, Elijah” I said despite the quivering of my hands, “not anymore.” ***** Laura's world crashes down after she marries Elijah, her boss. His constant torments and treatment worsen after he reunites with his long lost lover. Their life takes a dark turn after Laura is thrown in jail for a crime she did not commit And later gives birth to twin babies in jail, who get taken away from her by his husband's mistress. Will she reunite with Elijah after everything he had done to her?

"Isabella you need to marry Alexander." said her father she blinked then composing herself she said "Why?" her father's eyes narrowed "What do you mean why?" said her father with a raised voice she flinched slightly but then she looked opposite to her chair and looked her sworn enemy who tormented her in high school just for her attention and now he won't even decline this he looked calm and composed in his cold demeanor. she can't even recognize him what has he become Alexander Morozov a cold twenty-seven years old billionaire and now she has to marry him she couldn't control it and stood up looked at her father coldly and said, "respectfully I decline father, I won't marry Alexander," she said with venomous voice and then she looked into alexander eyes which was already boring holes into her. And without listening to her father she started walking toward the exit. "Isabella, I'm your father don't forget I gave you the COO position in this company. In the future, you will become the CEO." said her father coldly he knows how much she is working hard for this company and she couldn't decline him because that's the last precious thing of her late mother. "You're Blackmailing me Father." she said blankly her heart hurt "I'm doing this For you my daughter," he said without emotion. She scoffed and said, "Don't blame me for the consequences." with that, she left her father's office. Her father looked at her best friend's son. But Alexander's eyes were glued to the door which she left. There was something in his eyes that Isabella's father couldn't read. one thing was sure he was obsessed with her since high school. was this the only reason to bully her or there was something else too? Authoraeraa14_

The day after my best friend, Sarah Blunt married Patrick, the second son of the Brosnan family, I too became a bride and wed Matthew, his older brother. She married a swimming champion, and I, the rock-climbing coach. We thought we had our futures all figured out. Then, something happened that summer. The four of us planned a getaway but Matthew and Patrick’s baby sister, Megan joined us and our peaceful trip became a crowded affair.  While rock climbing, disaster struck—the rope snapped, and all five of us plummeted into the river below. The brothers rushed frantically to save Megan, leaving Sarah and me at the mercy of the river’s current, battered and tossed like driftwood. By the time the rescue team pulled us from the water, we were bruised, scraped, and utterly spent. In the hospital, Megan and I received devastating news that would change everything.  “You’ve been pregnant for 40 days, Ma’am. How could you put yourself in such a risky situation? Your baby survived, but your friend lost hers.” Shaken, I called Matthew to tell him about the pregnancy. His anger cut through the line. “You’re angry that I went to Megs first and now you’re trying to fool me with a fake pregnancy? She’s my sister—it’s my duty to protect her!” Sarah faced her own storm. Patrick practically scoffed at her grief. “Miscarriage? Do you expect me to believe that? The doctors said you only had a 30% chance of conceiving. I can’t stand women who create drama out of nothing.” Both calls ended abruptly, leaving us stunned as we stared at each other in the sterile light of the hospital room. In that shared silence, we made our decision—we would leave these men behind and start anew, launching a business together. But when the brothers received our divorce papers, they showed up at my door in the middle of a storm, kneeling in the pouring rain, crying through the night for a second chance.