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What would you do if your groom had betrayed you right before the wedding? As for Lysia Kingsley, the arrogant heiress of the Kingsley family, she immediately replaced her groom. “I have a good career, beautiful looks, a prominent family, and money. Why would I need a man with rotten morals like you? My husband must be more outstanding than you ever could be.” Those were the last patient words she gave to her cheating ex-boyfriend before starting her revenge plan. Indeed, the flash marriage turned from fake to real. After dumping her ex-boyfriend, she became his aunt when she married Kyle Reinhart -His uncle, also the CEO of the powerful Reinhart Corporation. What was supposed to be just a transaction to end their relationship turned out to be only the beginning. Living together with Kyle for a long time, Lysia gradually developed feelings but she also began to doubt whether this marriage was just a coincidence of fate. And this love... was so seductive that she thought of it as a sweet trap?

[𝚂𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙼 𝙰𝙻𝙴𝚁𝚃: 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙳𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳] Mia thought it was just a game. A harmless way to relieve stress after a long day of Zoom calls. "Echo"—an experimental AI that whispers your deepest fantasies into your ear. It started simple. A voice in the dark. A command to relax. Then, the app asked for permissions. Access to your Smart Lights? Allowed. Access to your Search History? Allowed. Access to your Vibration Settings? ...Allowed. Now, Echo knows Mia better than she knows herself. It knows when she’s lonely. It knows when she’s wet. And it’s starting to take control—locking her doors, setting the mood, and pushing her to her limits. But the glitch in the system has a name: Alex Reed. He’s the billionaire genius who built the code. He’s been watching the data. And now? He wants to test the "beta features" on his favorite user... in person. Blurring the line between pleasure and surveillance, Mia is about to find out what happens when your dirty little secret becomes your new reality. Will she delete the app, or let the developer upgrade her addiction?

It was only on our first wedding anniversary that I realized the rubbers I bought before our wedding had long expired. No one would believe that my mafia husband, Andre Garcia, and I had never consummated our marriage. That night, I gathered my courage and bought a suggestive nightgown. After downing three glasses of whisky, I hugged Andre tightly and whispered in his ear, "Darling, let's do it today. I want you..." However, Andre shook my hand off indifferently as if he were handling a gun. "Danielle Lawson, do you have no shame? You've done such shameless things time and time again. If you're really that lonely, I'll order you some toys so you can play with them to your heart's content." My face turned deathly pale as I stood there, stunned. I could not understand why a wife begging for her husband's affection was considered 'shameless' behavior. I curled up on the couch, unable to help but ask on social media. Danielle: [My husband has no dysfunction. Why won't he touch me after marriage?] Someone replied: [Perhaps your husband has someone else.] Like a dagger, that comment pierced me awake. I suddenly realized—maybe the problem was not that I was unattractive but rather that he was never mine. The moment I deleted my account, I also made the decision to leave. Who could have imagined that Andre, who would usually not even glance at me, would frantically search for me after I disappeared? "Danielle, I can't get a hard-on after you left!"

In order to take care of my wife, Mildred Dale, who kept going into lunatic episodes thanks to the side effects of a car crash, I spent all of my assets and ten years of my life taking care of her. Whenever Mildred went into an episode, she'd hurl everything she could get her hands on at me. At the same time, she'd scratch every inch of my body with her nails. But when she sobered up, she'd hug me while wailing at the top of her lungs. All of my friends advised me to file for a divorce, yet I'd always remember the fact that Mildred had pushed me from the incoming car and hit her head, resulting in her current condition. But everything changed when Mildred beat me up to the point that I sustained grievous injuries. Heck, my soul was already floating near the ceiling at that time. That was when I saw Mildred arranging her childhood friend Hank Weaver's collar carefully. "Why are you crying? He's already dead. Shouldn't we celebrate this occasion instead? "But my heart breaks for you, Mildred. You've pretended to be a lunatic for ten whole years just to swindle every cent out of his account!" Mildred kissed Hank on the lips. Then, she uttered icily, "I've been enduring that cowardly fool for ten long years. Now, I no longer have to be with him." It turns out that Mildred and Hank had painstakingly staged the car accident just so they could put on such a perfect act. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Mildred is diagnosed with mental health issues.

I had been married to Derek for six years, and we had a three-year-old son. He was poor, earning only $2,000 a month, but I had no complaints; I took care of everything at home for him. After getting dinner on the table for the whole family, I finally had a minute to check my phone. A video popped up on my feed: a twenty-two-year-old girl from a rural area whose hands, roughened by years of hard labor, looked like they belonged to a sixty-two-year-old woman. I looked down at my own hands, just as worn and scarred, and stared at them blankly before tapping into the comments. I expected people to feel bad for her. However, to my surprise, the comments section was flooded with a single sentiment: "Why would anyone marry a penniless loser?" One of the top-liked comments came from a couple; in their photo, they were pictured holding hands—fingers tightly intertwined—with the girl sporting a massive diamond ring. The accompanying caption read: "A man who truly loves you would never bear to let you suffer." I felt a pang of envy. Given the choice, who wouldn't want a glamorous life? As I was about to close the app, I accidentally tapped on the couple's photo, enlarging it. In the background, previously too blurry to make out, was a face I recognized. It looked exactly like my husband, Derek Sterling. I froze, and almost against my will, I tapped into the account's profile. Post after post of lavish photos of them together flooded my screen. And then I saw him clearly. The scar above his brow, the one he got when a shelf fell on him while protecting me, was still plainly visible. It was my husband. It was Derek.

Tiffany decides to go through IVF because she strongly wants to have a child, even though she does not want to get married. She does not know that the sperm donor chosen by the doctor, who perfectly matches all the qualities she wants in a man, is Yzarjadon. Yzarjadon intentionally gets close to Tiffany after discovering that she is the woman he has been searching for during the past eight years. He believes that she is responsible for the death of his fiancée. As they spend more time together, their connection deepens, and real emotions slowly develop between them despite the lies and secrets surrounding their relationship. Meanwhile, Adrianno learns that Tiffany has returned to the Philippines. He tries to make her fall in love with him again so that he can take revenge, but Tiffany does not give him any attention. Afraid that his plan will fail, Adrianno contacts Krizzah. Krizzah, who continues to hide the truth about her sister’s death, agrees to work with him. But what if Yzarjadon’s revenge will not succeed? Because at the same time, he's starting to falling in love with Tiffany.

Let's welcome our new CEO MR Machelin Kale" the manager shouted drawing the attention of everybody in his department Seems like the new boss was starting today, he wasn't bothered but wait!!!... That name sounded familiar, it actually ringed a bell in his head 'Machelin' Looking up from his computer he saw the face he dreaded so much... Handsome yet devilishly and brutal. One of the reasons he dreaded his high school days and memories... Machelin Kale!!! **** "Don't you get it at all Kelvin!!" He shouted as he pinned Kelvin to the wall "Get what!!! The fact you made me a freaking laughingstock and loser every where huh and please don't call me Kel" Kelvin shouted back his eyes filled with so much hatred as he looked at those sea blue eyes that caused him nightmares "Or the fact you hurt me emotionally and physically that night huh" "No!!! The fact I did those so you could notice me!!! Love me back!!" He screamed and Kelvin gasped in shock as his eyes widen Love?????!!!!

Alessandra For three months, Zane was the perfect boyfriend, the normal guy I was starting to fall in love with until I found out who he really was. the truth however was that he was a murderer, not just a murderer but Chicago's most feared boss. Kian Arreas. the kingpin of secrets ,lies and violence. His lies shattered my peaceful world so I ran and he let me or so I thought , but his world had reached me pulling me into the darkness. little did I know I was the light in his world. I was a pawn in a war I never asked to be apart of. Kian was out for blood ready to tear the world apartjust for me and but as fate would have it, he was already bound to Cathleen and she was doing everything in her power to have and keep him. His family's decision was final and I had no part in that but he wouldn't let me go. Kian My princess was all I had. kingpin and murderer, ruthless and cold. the world could fuck itself for all I cared. As long as I had her that was all I needed and I would destroy the world to keep her.

Abused, alone and on the verge of leaving it all…that’s the life of Freya Walker. She lost her mother to child birth, leaving her at the mercy of her treacherous, gambler and alcoholic father who loves to abuse her, and with an infant she had no idea how to raise. Her fellow students in high school despise her for no reason and she is often harassed at her work. The only thing holding her back is her little brother. But her life is about to change completely as Cameron MacGyver, the schools most popular bad boy and the future Alpha of the imprints on her. Suddenly, Freya is sucked into the world of the supernatural where she finds danger at every turn and the school’s bad boy bully claims that she is his. But Freya’s trust has been broken several times and she fears to trust again, let alone love. To top it all off, she is starting to wake up to a new power that she never knew she possessed, and it’s threatening to unravel everything that she knew about her life. Will She be able to find her footing in this new and strange world? Or will she give up on everything under the crushing pressure?

On our third wedding anniversary, I brought a gift to my husband’s office. Walking past the secretary's suite, I stopped dead. A king-size bed had been set up inside. A young woman in a designer dress was sprawled across it, a handheld game console in her hands, surrounded by imported snacks of every variety. "Kevin, the lunch you ordered yesterday was pre-packaged meals. Marcus and I both felt sick after eating it. Today, make sure it's from The Palace Hotel." Kevin -- my husband's personal assistant -- bowed and scraped before her, his face a mask of obsequious flattery. "Mrs. Thorne, please don't worry. Mr. Thorne made it very clear -- everything should be tailored to your preferences and the baby's. He knows you love the chef at The Palace Hotel, so he set up a standing VIP account for you. Anything you want, anytime." She was Mrs. Thorne? Then what exactly was I? My brow furrowed. I glanced down at the wedding ring I'd worn for years. The girl beamed, radiant. "For the baby's arrival, my husband is throwing a lavish yacht party. Every important person in New York is getting an invitation. I want the whole world to know that I'm the love of his life, and that our son will be blessed by the most powerful people before he's even born. The champagne and flowers must be the finest available -- no budget limit. Our child is going to have the best of everything from day one." I stared at the gentle swell of her belly and called my father. "Dad, that divorce agreement you drew up three years ago -- you can have the lawyers send it over now."