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“He looked at Chloe and saw nothing. She is the perfect camouflage. She is safe because she is... undesirable.” Lorenzo Moretti, the King of Sicily's underworld, trusts no one. A deep, unresolved betrayal has poisoned his heart, leaving him obsessed with control and viewing women as a liability. He met Chloe Rossi: a clumsy, unfiltered cook drowning in debt. She stumbles into his life and is hired for her invisibility. She is too messy, too chaotic, and too chubby to attract the attention of assassins or rivals. But Chloe is an accident in motion. Her nervous, unfiltered honesty cuts through Lorenzo's defenses. When a moment of rage forces him to lock them both in his office, she becomes a witness to his deepest weakness. He told her she was undesirable. He hired her for utility. Now, trapped and holding his most dangerous secret, she watches the King’s paranoia turn into an obsession he can’t fight. She is the only one who sees the broken man beneath the monster.

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."

"I can't fall in love with you, Lucas," I whisper, my hands sliding down to the ache pressing against his grey sweatpants. His breath catches, lips parting, veins rising along his forearms as he responds to my touch. "Why? Is it because of your husband?" His voice is husky, hands pinning mine to his straining cock "Come with me, Eleanor. I’ll treat you better than he ever did." My chest heaves as we hold each other’s gaze. I swallow hard, my mind racing. Should I abandon my revenge and go with the man I shared a night of reckless passion with? * Eleanor Harper’s life is built on lies. Her husband betrayed her, her best friend deceived her, even her daughter isn’t biologically hers. Now, Eleanor is playing the long game. She is dismantling their power piece by piece through her inherited company. Then Lucas Kane steps into her life. He is a man from her past with secrets of his own. He becomes both an investor and an unexpected love interest. As the lines between vengeance and vulnerability blur, Eleanor must choose. Will she pursue revenge or trust the man who could save her—or destroy her?

When I caught my husband cheating, I decided to sleep with others as perfect revenge. He's a billionaire, gorgeous, and insanely good in bed. But no one told me he's my husband's cousin. And after one night, he wants more. That wasn't the plan. I'm supposed to be getting a divorce, not falling into bed with my husband's cousin. Now my cheating husband regrets and wants a second chance...

"You let another man touch what belongs to me?" Lucian’s hand, a possessive vice, encircled her throat. "How dare you? You're mine. The next man who lays a finger on you will beg for death." Lyra’s bitter laugh filled the silence. "Since when do you care? Wasn't I your 'land whale'? Your 'disgusting she-hippopotamus'?" CRACK. His fist splintered the plaster beside her head. "I. FUCKING. CARED. You were always MINE." "I counted every breath you took in his arms," Lucian whispered, his lips grazing the scar he’d given her. "Now he'll count his as I carve them out." Lyra stood unyielding. "You discarded me like trash. He picked up the pieces." The mirror shattered as he hurled her against it. "I WAS SAVING YOU." From what? The forced marriage? The night she miscarried, utterly alone? Lucian’s "care" came too late. Lyra never wanted this marriage—a gilded cage to a billionaire who systematically broke her. But with her mother’s life hanging by a thread, she sold herself to the monster who devoured her soul. Lucian crushed her, made her beg for scraps of dignity. Then, his best friend offered everything Lucian withheld—gentle hands, tender words, a love that didn't wound. Lucian returned. Now, he's a shadow, everywhere: watching her with hungry eyes, touching her with possessive hands, swearing this time will be different. He pleaded, on his knees, for her heart. But Lyra knows better. She’s uncovered three explosive truths: Lucian's first wife wasn't just gone; she was murdered. Her sister didn't disappeared. And the most dangerous lie of all? She's been sleeping with it. Game over? Or game just beginning? As Lucian's obsession escalates and the past claws its way back, Lyra will choose between revenge, accept or reject.

She closed her eyes feeling satisfied with her message. But she opened her eyes as realization hit her. "Oh, God! I am such an idiot! How could I send him such a blunt message? He will think I am a creep! My love story ended before it started!" She started whining like a kid and kicked her legs in the air feeling angry at herself. Her message was sent to him already and now she can't even delete it. "Please make me pregnant hubby!" ***** Emma Miller, Bold but becomes shy when she sees him! Dangerous but becomes nervous when she is around him! Crazy but becomes crazier when she falls in love with him!

Chubby librarian Sera accidentally awakens the ancient Dragon King Vaelor. Snatched to his mountain hoard, the powerful dragon becomes obsessed with her soft belly, heavy breasts, thick thighs, and plump curves. He worships every inch of her body with raw hunger, refusing to let her go. Torn between her missing family and the dragon’s possessive touch, Sera must decide — escape the beast… or surrender to the pleasure of being his perfect chubby treasure.

For five years, Jessie Moore suppressed her personality, wore clothes she hated, and hid her staggering wealth. She did it all for one reason: to prove to her mother that true love could exist without a billion-dollar price tag. But on the day they were supposed to register their marriage, her boyfriend, Allen Walker, didn't show up. When Jessie went to find him, she didn't find an apology. She found a celebration. Allen was toasted by his friends for finally escaping "the fat girl" to get engaged to a "proper" socialite. “Take this million-dollar cheque and get out of my sight," Allen sneered, tossing the paper at her feet. Jessie didn't cry. She threw wine in his face, tore the cheque to pieces, and walked out—straight into the arms of the city’s most powerful, icy, and untouchable man: Stephen Harrington. Stephen is her best friend’s brother and a CEO who has never spared a second glance for any woman. He needs a wife to stop his family’s meddling; Jessie needs a husband to satisfy her mother’s inheritance demands. It was supposed to be a cold business deal. No feelings. No mess. But as Jessie returns to the Moore Empire to reclaim her throne, she realises the "Icy CEO" is anything but cold behind closed doors. And when Allen discovers the "penniless" girl he dumped is the very heiress he’s desperate to sign a contract with, he comes crawling back on his knees. He’s too late. “You had your chance, Allen.” Jessie smiles, leaning into Stephen's possessive embrace. “Now, I’m the one calling the shots.” Now Jessie is reclaiming everything that belonged to her…including the heart of the icy CEO.

When I take a step to go out of the room, she started to remove her saree. Wow! She is my wife and its no wrong in seeing her. My heart and mind were fighting with each other and as I am not a very good boy, I wanted to see what is she hiding behind that saree! Yeah, you can call me pervert. But hey she is my wife and she is the most sexy girl I have ever noticed. Rishi, a billionaire who is ready to tie knots to the love of his life. He falls in love with his newly wed wife but fails to unveil it and to top it all, his lost love gets back to him. Danya, a regular girl next door of 21yrs came to the same wedding to see her to be groom. She is a very playful girl who has a secret crush on her now husband! It's a story of a girl who falls for a man whom she knew from far past. But the man never recognizes her. Even then he falls for her charms. Let's see if Danya's innocence and playfulness gets wiped out by Rishi's arrogance or her pure heart wins Rishi's stupidity. It's a happy story where Rishi and Danya find love after their wedding with some comedy, romance and a lil drama.

In my previous life, my husband had suddenly died of a brain hemorrhage, leaving behind a massive mountain of debt. For the sake of my son, who was still in high school, I sold the house my parents had left me, gritted my teeth, and worked three jobs to pay off the debt. Overworked and exhausted, my health deteriorated, and I eventually collapsed in the hospital. From my bed, I could hear my son, now a graduate from a prestigious university, smiling as he spoke on the phone. "Hello? Dad, it's me. Yeah, she's about to die. I bought insurance for her, so we should get close to one million. You and Aunt Rena should come back home right away." The "Aunt Rena" he spoke of was none other than my husband's childhood friend and neighbor who had known him for years. It turned out that the debts were all part of a massive money-laundering scheme between my husband and his childhood sweetheart. They had fabricated false accounts to hide their crime, and he had faked his death to escape the law. My son, eager to become the heir to wealth, had stood by and watched me work myself to death. When I next opened my eyes, I was back in the moment of my husband's feigned brain hemorrhage, the day it had all begun.