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“Srta. Castro, preparamos um corpo idêntico ao seu conforme solicitado e o entregaremos no local do seu casamento com o Sr. Martins daqui a dez dias.” Ao ouvir a confirmação do funcionário do outro lado da linha, a tensão que há dias apertava os nervos de Naiara finalmente começou a aliviar. “Ótimo, muito obrigada.” “Não há de quê, é nosso dever. Pode ficar tranquila, ninguém vai suspeitar desse corpo.” Com essa garantia, Naiara soltou um suspiro de alívio. Após confirmar novamente os detalhes para o dia da entrega do corpo com o funcionário, ela desligou o telefone e empurrou a porta da sala privada. O burburinho que antes preenchia o ambiente cessou instantaneamente quando ela entrou.

Every Thanksgiving, my husband, Salvatore, brings home a showgirl from one of his clubs. He makes me kneel and serve them drinks. A lesson, he calls it, in how to please a man. This was the eighth Thanksgiving, and this time, he brought back a girl poured into a tight leather dress. "She doesn't have any decent jewelry," Salvatore announced. "Give her your heirloom diamond ring. Your grandmother's pearl earrings, too. And take off that silk choker for her." He smirked. "And listen, she's young, doesn't know the rules. You'll have to show her the ropes. Especially how to handle a man in bed." Every member of the Genovese family was watching, waiting for my humiliation. I didn't disappoint. I opened my mouth and asked Salvatore for a divorce. Salvatore let out a sharp, ugly laugh, his eyes full of contempt. "Francesca, you pull this same shit every time," he jeered. "Your act is pathetic. Even more dramatic than your performance in bed." He leaned in. "You really want to divorce me? Fine. I'll give you five million in cash if you actually walk out that door." The living room erupted in laughter. They all said I was playing hard to get, that I didn't know my place. But they didn't know. This was the 88th time I had asked for a divorce, and it was the first time I truly meant it.

So this is how the mate bond feels. A rush of energy, a pull like gravity tightening around us, and an almost maddening awareness of the other person. I wasn’t about to let it sway me though. Sure, the man in front of me is ridiculously perfect, but I wasn’t some love-struck fool who’d drop everything at the first spark of fate. I had a life, plans, and a fiancé waiting for me upstairs. I raised an eyebrow, forcing myself to stay calm even as my heart raced. “Take a number and get in line, sweetheart,” I said coolly, flashing the engagement ring on my finger in front of his gray eyes. “I’m otherwise occupied right now.” …Five years later, when I pushed the door open, my mate remained motionless on a leather couch, his piercing gaze boring into me with a cold detachment that sent shivers down my spine. He leaned back, the casualness of the gesture at odds with the intensity in his eyes. His arms rested lazily on the backrest, but there was nothing relaxed about him. His body was coiled tight, like a predator ready to pounce, and the air between us crackled with tension. “Is my number finally up?” he asks, his tone laced with bitter amusement. “My dear mate.” The words sting, but I can’t deny the truth in them. He is my last chance.

"You kept this from me, our child." Her heart pounded. Five years of secrets, of careful hiding, shattered in a single, terrifying moment. He knew. Asher Moretti knew. Aliyah Censori thought she was a biker bitch who knows a lot about the men that control the pedal and leather until she turns 20 and meets her mate. It was love at its fullest glamour and everyone was envious of them but unfortunately, he did the most outrageous thing that Aliya would ever imagine — he posted her nudes!! Aliyah was reluctant to accept the reality when the bond that binds them together is now severed. She cried her heart out. Asher Moretti who was coming back from his wife's tomb. He was sad and heartbroken. He went to the club and met Aliyah where they both drank themselves to stupor and they ended up on the bed. Aliyah hates him for no reason at first, she blames him for everything that happened between her and Cohen, thinking he knows about it since he is the president of his club. And now, she is pregnant with Asher Moretti’s baby. What happened when she realized that their intimacy that night had made her situation worse? But what happened when she realized that behind his facade was a man broken and was desperate for love? Behind his mask was the man who has never been defeated in any biking race but has been defeated by love and fate?

Makynzee has spent all of her life being dependent on people who've always disappointed her, especially her abusive mother. Everyone lies to her - her sister, her uncle, even her beloved father. When her mom strips her of her one true love, gymnastics, she's determined to find and maintain her independence. There's only one little problem...money. She sets out to find a job as a dancer at a gentlemen's club, but finds, the club owner Kalil, instead. With his looks, money, and charisma any woman would be crazy not to want him and Makynzee's no different. Falling for him fast she soon discovers some things just aren't adding up and Kalil may not be the man she thought he was. He wants to be with her and provide for her, but can he protect her? When a love-struck fan becomes obsessed and begins attacking and stalking Makynzee she questions Kalil's ability to be her protector. Makynzee has no idea who he is, where he came from, or why he's here, but he's determined to have her even if that means eliminating everyone she knows and loves. By any means necessary, right? She belongs to him and he's claiming what's rightfully his, no matter the circumstances. When secrets are revealed, they threaten to tear Makynzee apart and chaos becomes her constant companion. Will she be able to escape this insanity or will she become a permanent victim?

On his birthday, Ravi Lazy Arsenio asked for an original plea while blowing out candles on a birthday cake to bring down an angel in his life. When Ravi headed to his room the same day he was startled by a strange man being in his room wearing only leather trousers. The man named Raymond said that his life belonged to Ravi whose purpose of his arrival was to take care of Ravi as well as help him in all of Ravi's lazy daily life, evidenced by a large tattoo bearing Ravi's name on his chest. Ravi wants to report it to the police but undoes his intentions when he finds out there's a big secret they have to cover up about Raymond that comes out of nowhere. Plus Raymond's behavior like children under five years old who cry easily, there is something that surprises Ravi is that he has big wings, black and soft, coming out of his back. Not only that, Raymond always shoots scents that almost make Ravi lose control of himself. Raymond's arrival also makes Ravi's life more complicated than before which leads him into a big problem that Ravi never imagined. Who exactly is Raymond? What is the real purpose? What dark past did Raymond and his family try to hide from Ravi all along?

On my 30th birthday, my boyfriend of seven years asked to meet at the City Hall. He even told me to bring my ID and wear a wedding dress. But when I showed up just as he asked, he was laughing and looked really excited. “Pay up, pay up! I told you all. No matter how embarrassing it is, Wrenna will always do what I say!” I just looked at him wordlessly. Matthew Young raised his eyebrows at me. “Come on, it was just a joke. You’re not mad, are you?” When I stayed quiet, he got annoyed. “Alright, alright. I said I’d marry you, and I will. Just not right now.” His good-for-nothing friends started laughing and making fun of me. They said I was his simp and would never get angry. And they were right. I was not angry. I did not come here today for him anyway. After everyone left, I walked into the City Hall. “Sorry I’m late. Let’s go get married.”

Vous savez ce que c'est qu'être une paria ? Si non, vous avez bien de la chance, parce que moi je sais. Solitude perpétuelle, ennui mortel, je me suis faite à l'idée. Mais, pour la première fois depuis le divorce de mes parents il y a moins d’un an, tout mon monde de persona non grata est chamboulé avec l’arrivée du nouveau psychologue, qui me prend en charge sous la pression du proviseur. J'ai beau protester, je n'ai pas le choix : me voilà obligée de coopérer. Cela dit, il n'est pas le seul à s'être mis en tête de m'aider. Son fils, Vince, sublime spécimen masculin, est déterminé à faire de moi une ex-paria. Et je pourrais bien craquer !

“No Jason!I cannot stand in as your brother’s bride ! What happens to our engagement?” Aliyah shrieked after her long college sweetheart asked that she stands in as his brother’s bride till he finds the real bride. “Nothing Aliyah, Nothing can come between our love, i just need you to help save the face of my family, id be back with the bride before the wedding proceeds “ he lied and successfully manipulated love struck Aliyah. Little did she know her close to perfect lifestyle is about to become a nightmare. Time is speeding and the real bride is yet to be found, now, Aliyah has to stick to the script and play the role of Kelan Donald's bride who happens to be in coma. Soon she found some shocking truth that left her world crumbling down What happens when Aliyah finds out there was no initial bride, everything was a charade and pre-planned by her college sweetheart, Jason? What happens when she realizes the man she was lured to marry is actually in coma? And why will Jason do that to her?

Valentine's Day. I was stuck on ER duty at Brighton City Hospital. Theodore Madoff, who was supposed to be working late, strolled in carrying his student—Cecilia Kuntzer. She had red marks everywhere and that smug little smirk. "Relax, Mrs. Madoff. Just stomach pain. Lucky me, Prof. Madoff rushed me here." Theo pushed me to treat her. Turns out? She was pregnant. From rough intercourse. And the dad? Theo. My husband. The same guy who'd sworn off kids with me for ten years. Felt like a punch to the gut. But I still saved her baby. Next day, she uploaded a video—ID in hand, cheesy PowerPoint, accusing me of malpractice. Claimed I killed her kid. Then Theo asked for a divorce. Priscilla—his mom—stormed the hospital, shrieking about her dead grandbaby. She brought a mob. All these "righteous" strangers who stabbed me to death. Right there in the ER. I died with my eyes wide open. Then—bam—I woke up. Valentine's Day. Again.