Sleep Rain

She was Clara! All she wanted was to treat her hospitalised mother who was diagnosed with cancer but it seems like she has to sell her dignity just to get the money she's looking for. So she signed up as a slut since her friend Jane had been persuading her about it. But deep down inside her, she was different. She didn't want to be anything like them so she came up with a plan! It was simple! She was going to get whoever she was to sleep with that night drunk and it work out. But little did she knows the consequences of what she had done! She scammed him that night! and now he's looking for her! she had put his life in great danger because of what she did that night. Little did she knew he was the great deadly Mafia man in town which names goes with.... DONOVAN WILSON

When I learned that the villain was a merman who dropped pearls whenever he cried, I took out the discarded pregnancy test stick from the trash can and headed toward the rooftop. "Well, how many babies do you merfolk have in one pregnancy? Do they eat fish food or baby formula?" Theo Atwater, who was attempting suicide, slipped and almost fell from the 18th floor. I shook my head with a sigh. "Forget it. I'll just throw the baby into the sea after giving birth." Later, when the baby was born, Theo was too scared to sleep, fearing that I would release the baby into the sea. When the female lead, Melody Carlisle, and the male lead, Reagan York, were arguing and came to see us, he was looking at our baby’s swimming results and roaring, "You're one of us merfolk. How could you be afraid of water?"

On the day of our wedding, I went to my fiancée's house to bring her to the venue—only to find her at her ex-boyfriend's wedding. When I confronted her, she didn't even blink. "Having a wedding with me is Keith's obsession. It's just a sham. I'm only putting on a dress to go through the motions with him. We're doing the ceremony. It's not like we're actually going to sleep together. What are you so worked up about?" I didn't argue with her anymore. I chose to respect her decision. So I called the childhood friend who had secretly loved me for years. "I'm ready to marry you now." But when she saw me marrying that childhood friend, she completely lost it—like a woman possessed. She insisted on marrying me instead, demanding to know why I had chosen someone else.

Alex's smile widened as he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I propose a bet, Ethan. A wager to make this summer a little less boring." Ethan raised an eyebrow, his skepticism evident. "A bet? What could possibly be worth wagering over?" Alex's eyes sparkled with mischief as he revealed his proposition. "The first one of us to sleep with Sara wins a Lamborghini." In the bustling city, two brothers, Alex and Ethan, engage in a high-stakes bet that sets off a whirlwind of emotions, as they compete for the heart of the headstrong maid, Sara. Caught in a web of love, deceit, and redemption, Sara finds herself torn between Alex's ruthless ambition and Ethan's genuine compassion. As the tension builds, secrets unravel, and a shocking twist threatens to shatter Sara's world, leaving her heartbroken and forced to make a life-changing decision. Will true love prevail in this captivating tale of a forbidden love triangle, or will the power of the bet tear them apart forever?

My husband, Hank, is dead.  On our wedding anniversary, he ventured out in the pouring rain to buy me a cake, only to be hit by a truck. His body was badly mangled in the crash.  My sister-in-law, Lyra, called me a killer, claiming that I did not deserve Hank’s inheritance.  My mother-in-law, Judy, kicked me out of the house.  Overwhelmed by grief and guilt, I often wondered if he would still be alive had I stopped him that day. Eventually, emotions gripped me, and I was diagnosed with cancer.  Judy came to visit me on my deathbed. “You’re an idiot to believe everything!”  She threw a family photo in my face.  The shock and anger were more than I could handle, and I breathed my last.  It turned out that Hank was never dead. He had a child with his old flame.  When I opened my eyes once more, I returned to the day my husband faked his death.

Before our wedding, my fiancé, Carlo Vitale—the youngest Don on the East Coast—held a church ceremony with my stepsister. He said, "According to Mafia rules, only the woman who completes the wedding ceremony with me and receives the blessing of all the family is my true wife. "So even if your sister Elena is carrying my child, she's nothing more than a mistress." After the priest's blessing, they exchanged rings. I stood outside the church, watching through a curtain of rain as he kissed another woman. My face was white. I had loved Carlo for twelve years, from the ages of sixteen to twenty-eight. However, he had only ever had my stepsister, Sophia, not me, in his heart. I chose to let him go. Later, I left for Europe. All I left Carlo was a notice of our broken engagement and a parting gift. For some reason, the man who had always treated me with indifference seemed to have aged ten years overnight.

"To a strategic merger." With those four words, Ryan Blackwood shattered Ava’s heart. After three years of building his empire, Ava wasn't his mate—she was a "placeholder." A mid-tier distraction to be discarded for a wealthier bride. Exiled by her heartless father and left barefoot in the rain, the "soft-tempered" girl Ryan knew died on that wet pavement. In her place, a Dark Horse is waking up. In the city's "Gray Zone," Ava finds a fallen legend to sharpen her claws. But she also catches the eye of Leo, a hauntingly handsome Alpha with a "sinister, feline grace" and a toxic obsession for broken things. He doesn't want to save her; he wants to own her wreckage. Leo offers her the ultimate weapon: a way back into the elite world as his "hidden gem." The Wedding of the Century is coming. Ryan thinks he’s won. He has no idea that the "stray" he kicked is coming back with a leash—and she isn't wagging her tail. The Counterattack has officially begun.

My CEO wife, Vivian Lynch, suffers from chronic insomnia and can only fall asleep with the pillow mists I make. At our seventh wedding anniversary dinner, her male best friend, Earl Cain, pours a basin of hot water onto the old cypress tree in the backyard. I rush to save the tree in tears. Earl gets on his knees and apologizes, "I'm sorry, Allen. I did not know that you use this tree's leaves to make the pillow mists." Vivian comforts him gently and orders her men to tie me to the trunk of the tree. She says with a scoff, "If this tree is so precious, then you can spend your life guarding it!" After I hurt my hands from this ordeal, the first thing I do is to demand a divorce. On one night a month later, Vivian, who is unable to sleep, goes to the backyard and sees the withered old cypress tree there.

In the brutal world of Manhattan's finance, Cassius Thornfield ruthlessly controls a $200 billion fintech empire. However, a sudden impact in the rain leaves him with amnesia and a nameless wound, his entire identity erased instantly. A panicked Ella Cross tells him he is her fiancé, "Noah." Cassius is forced into a completely unfamiliar world: a dilapidated Brooklyn apartment, unpaid bills, and a woman's seemingly gentle care. When his memories return, he should send this woman to jail—damn it, why can't he do it? Watching her lips continuously utter lies, he only wanted to punish her severely with his body.She thought she could tame a wounded predator. But a predator, even broken, still knows how to hunt.As layers of deceit fracture and raw truth seeps through, two confused hearts spiral into a passion neither can control.But who is the real Noah? And when the final mask falls, will Cassius be able to accept that he was loved only as a reflection？

"Nyla, stop being dramatic. Raise Jordyn's baby, and I'll come home for dinner once a month." Those were the terms Clark Summer offered his wife after she discovered his affair. When Nyla demanded a divorce, Clark laughed in her face, treating her pain like a childish tantrum. "You love me too much to leave," he scoffed, convinced she was nothing without him. He was wrong. Nyla didn’t just leave; she leveled up. She walked into a bar and set her sights on Damon Summer—Clark’s estranged, ruthless, and terrifyingly handsome uncle. Clark is losing his grip on the company and his sanity, consumed by jealousy as he watches his "boring" wife shine beside his powerful uncle. He stands in the rain, begging for a second chance, but Nyla only has one question left for him: "You chose the mistress. Why are you crying now that I’ve chosen someone else?"