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"You don't love me, right? Then why are you getting mad when I'm being cozy with your brother?" Sarah asked with a playful smirk, while she took a dangerous step towards the enraged Dominic. "You're engaged to my sister, not me! So stay the F*CK away!" Saying that, she turned around to leave when a hot and harrowing palm grabbed her neck and slammed his cold lips against hers as he furiously murmured, "I will KILL all of them who desire to have you." "You are mine, Sarah. Only Mine! Mine to fuck, Mine to play, and Mine to punish!"

She opened the door, and when she stepped inside, someone else closed it behind her. She jolted. Her head spun in shock to see him standing there. Her nerves felt jittery. He couldn’t possibly kill her now, could he? “W-what do you want?” Anna stuttered. The usual smirk wasn’t on his lips as he glared at her. “One thing I hate is when things don’t go as I planned. Silly little loopholes,” he said, pushing away from the doorframe. Her heart rippled when he took a step toward her. He was tall and large—she felt like a little girl compared to him. “I will scream,” Anna breathed, cold sweat rolling down her back. He held her chin. His hold was gentle as he caressed her jawline. An

When we were eight, Kaelen burned down an entire pack territory just to save me. He swore an oath before the Moon Goddess to be with me forever, to never leave my side. Not even his own father could keep us apart. Then, a pregnant human girl reeking of his scent strutted into my office, a smug smirk on her face. "He says you're old and boring," she gloated. "That your scars turn his stomach." He seems to forget that he's the reason I have every last one of them. And I am not some weak woman he can just humiliate.

"You don't say no to me, Lilian. You're my property. You belong to me!" His voice was calm, yet the scariest she ever heard. She shivered on the spot as she stared at the dangerous and scary man in front of her. How she suddenly ended up here in a lion's den and there was no hope of escaping, was what she never imagined. She knew her stepmom hated her so much, but if there was one thing she never imagined, it was the fact that she could go to the extreme length of selling her off to a stranger. "Re... Ren... Don't touch me..." Her voice quivered as she pressed her back further into the wall, tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably. She wished she could disappear into the wall, but

"Vera, you are accused of conspiring with the Petrov Group to assassinate the family's future Donna, Sylvia. This tribunal is now in session." In the center of the tribunal, a syringe filled with a dark green liquid glinted under the lights. My former fiancé, Rocco, the new Don of the Corleone family, sat on the dais, disgust plain on his face. "Confess. Let everyone see the monster you are behind that mask." Sylvia leaned against his chest, a faint smile on her lips. She thought I would finally break, my reputation in ruins. Shackled to the accused's chair, a smile of faint relief touched my lips. "Rocco, are you sure you want to do this?" "Use that needle, and there's no going back.

When Lola sees something she shouldn’t have, the image of her brother’s bestfriend face fucking his latest quest is forever imprinted in her mind. She can’t forget him wrapping his large hands around her neck, her soft breathy moans as he thrusted deep into her. She can’t forget the smirk that appeared on his face when he caught her, standing there and watching. But her hate for him couldn't keep her standing there. She ran... still running... But he's right behind her, doing all he could to close the pace. Give her a taste of what she fears the most.

My world shattered when I discovered my husband Ryan's infidelity with my best friend. The pain and betrayal I felt were suffocating. Our five-year marriage, once a fairy tale, had been a facade. Behind closed doors, Ryan's charming smile hid a web of deceit and infidelity. I was blindsided, left to pick up the pieces of my broken heart. That's when Ethan, Ryan's billionaire brother, entered my life. His piercing eyes and charming smile made me feel safe, like I could trust him with my deepest secrets. Ethan was everything Ryan wasn't - honest, loyal, and true.

"Why are you keeping me here with you, when you can't even accept me as your mate." I spat with so much Venom because I knew my tears didn't mean anything to Niklaus Prime Wolfe. "Because I've made a bond promise to someone who had saved my life, I'm hers, and I can't break it." His harsh words in his husky voice pierced my heart. "Then let me go." Tears continued to fall on my cheeks. "I can't, my mate." His smirk was the first and last thing that always kills me. "Because I'm obsessed with you."

Forced into a contract marriage with the man he hates most, stranded college student Asher Knight thought his life couldn't get any worse. But nothing is ever that simple. Damien Chase — arrogant, ruthless, and stunningly handsome — holds a life-altering secret behind his cold smirk: he's not just a billionaire, but Asher's anonymous online crush. Trapped in a poisonous web of lies, false kisses, stolen moments, and forbidden attraction, Asher must decide: Will he destroy the man who ruined his life. Or become helplessly, recklessly in love with him? When hatred turns to passion, and secrets threaten to annihilate them — can their fake marriage survive? Or was it bound to fail?

Savannah Elise Hart is perfect on paper—polished, untouchable, and desperate to keep it that way. Cassian Rhys Blackwood is chaos in his black leather jacket, with a smirk that could undo her world. When a rumor threatens Savannah’s future and a false accusation jeopardizes Cassian’s freedom, their fake dating deal seems simple—until stolen kisses in the dark and whispered confessions ignite something dangerously real. He pins her against the studio wall, paint smeared on her cheek as his lips hover over hers. “Tell me this doesn’t feel real.” In a game where rules shatter and hearts are on the line, pretending has never been so tempting—or so risky.