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After my stepsister, Jennifer Nichols, died in a tragic accident, Julian Asher hated me for ten whole years. He was the youngest star attorney in Vaxton Bay. He was always calm and composed, yet he never once hid his disgust toward me. I gave up everything for him: my education, my family, my friends, even the inheritance I was meant to receive. I stayed by his side through the grueling bar exam and the brutal early days of his career. But all he ever said was, "Miley, if you really want to please me, go ahead and die." The only woman he ever loved in this lifetime was my stepsister. And I realized that far too late. It wasn't until a fire broke out unexpectedly in the courthouse archives and I was trapped upstairs that something changed. Julian ran in to save me. The blaze devoured everything in its path. In the end, he shoved me out of the rubble. The collapsing steel beams crashed down on him. Blood spilled everywhere. Outside the operating room, I fell to my knees, begging the heavens to let him live. Before he died, he left me one final message with the doctor. "Miley, I hope we never meet again in the next life." At his funeral, his mother slapped me hard across the face—again and again. "You're a cursed wretch. Killing Jennifer wasn't enough for you; now you've killed my son too. I never should've agreed to let Julian marry you." His father dragged me to my knees by my hair, forcing me to kneel. "This is all my fault. I was too soft-hearted. Julian saved you three times, and all you ever brought him was misery!" Everyone believed I was the reason Julian died. And deep down, I believed it too. In the end, I slit my wrists and took my own life—only to awaken back in university, at the very moment we was supposed to get engaged. This time, I made a choice. I would not chase after him again. I would step aside and let him be with the one he loved most—my stepsister, Jennifer.

Seeing nothing but the bare self of a girl in his kitchen, his thought suddenly went blank, even her grumbling stomach couldn’t get to him. A strange nude girl in his kitchen was something he hadn’t thought he would see in the next hundred years. She was weird, her long unraveled reddish brown hair was covering her face. Her body held, different old and new scars . And when she lift her eyes to look at him. The eyes was something he hasn’t seen before burning in flames. And a mixture of gold and blue. In a flash it swipe to deep sea blue eyes. The mop stick he held fell from his hands, leaving his mouth ajar. “Who are you?” He thought a thief had sneak in here, probably a food thief in his kitchen, but he ended up seeing something else. And she blinked her long and full lashes at him. Innocently. “Who the hell, are you?” He asked, his eyes running up and down her naked body again. He gulped down an invisible lump on his throat. What’s he gonna do? Her stomach growls. And she whined, giving him pleading eyes. He suddenly felt his knee went weak. “What are you doing here?” Was this some kind of nightmare, or what the hell was it?

Meet Dianne Nefertiti Nigel Maximillian, daughter to King Maximillian ii and the apple of his eyes. A princess who had everything she ever wanted at the tip of her hand, A curvaceous red hair with an attitude. She catches the eye of a mysterious figure who would do anything to have her and make her his forever. A tragic event separates her from the life she knew, making her fall prey to the very man she hated, the man who took everything away from her and yet also drives her crazy with his words. "you belong to me". She is not ready to give in to him. He would stop at nothing to have her. She refuses to listen to her heart. He refuses to let her go. There is an intense battle of wits and wills as none is ready to give in to the other. Find out what will happen in this story. STEP INTO THE WORLD OF INTENSITY, THE WORLD OF DANGEROUS LOVE. I still remain your humble writer, AUTHORESS VICKY.

The darkness in his eyes, the dangerous smell of in his breath, and his deathly grip keeping me bound to him made my heart pound in my chest and my body quiver beneath him. Shamefully, it wasn't anything that I wasn't used to, because…the things I let him do to me? When he was frustrated, annoyed, and angry at the world, I was here to be his pound of flesh. In return, he masked the void of my loneliness because for months, that was the transaction of our relationship. He'd pin me to the wall, bend me over the counter, pull my hair, slap me, choke me, and I enjoyed every second of it because in that moment, it finally felt good to be powerless. Irony is a funny thing. I enjoyed being in pain because it made me forget how much I was hurting. *** "I warned you, doll." His voice strikes a string of chills down the base of my spine, a reminder that all of the time in the world could pass, and he's still not letting go. This is where the good girl in me dies. "You're mine now," he whispers. *** My name is Mercy—Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree. His name is Marcel—Marcello Saldívar. However, at the time, I didn't know that he, the heir to the Saldívar Mafia empire, was the man that I had blindly offered myself to. As smart as I am, I was stupid all the times when it actually mattered. After all, he did warn me he was dangerous. I just didn't think he could be much worse than my thug brother. I was vulnerable—naive. I belong to him. My name is Mercy, and I am the Mafia's Mercy.

"Take me back to my family, you monster." I seethed in anger at the person in front of me now. I am not bothered at the sight of him naked before my eyes. Anger and fear had over-powered me since the moment he kidnapped me and brought me in this damn place. He chuckled and as he move closer to me cupping my face with his warm hand. "I am your family... my mate." "Stop calling me that. I am not your mate and I will never be." "Oh I can't do that. You belong here and not with those weak humans." amusement not leaving his eyes. "Humans? Of course I belong there. If there's a place I don't belong to, it's in this godamn place. Just let me go." "Oh really now? How come you don't belong here when you are... " he paused a moment. "What's that term you used again?... ah, a monster....yourself?" I was taken aback at what he said. "Me? A monster? You are making a mistake. I am not like you." Just as I about to speak again, the man changed his form. With the cracking of bones and the appearance of thick black hair in his entire body, he is once again the monster I saw earlier. I am beyond scared now but I can't do anything because both my arms are chained to the wall. His eyes were a mix of amber and black that watched me intently. Then very slowly he came forward. He looked me in the eye and with that came a voice from my head. "Really? Then explain to me why you can hear me talking now? It's one thing we werewolf can do. It's called mind-link." With that he changed into human form again with a smirk in his face. "See you later." Then he walked outside the room leaving me here petrified.

" Please make sure she does not have any memory of me, give her all the love she deserves Di, I am leaving my two precious treasures with you, " Shayra said as she took off her nuptial chain and handed it to Sherlin. Sherlin tried her best not to break down in front of her; " Yash give her all the happiness you can OK she should not feel her mother is not anymore with her, " SHayra said as she looked at him. the red color in Sherlin's hair portion was more than enough to keep her at peace; " Leave us alone, " Yash said as Sherlin walked out of the room leaving Yash, Shayra, and their Ahana alone. " let me take you to the world's best doctors Shayra, I can not, we ... Can not live without you, think about Ahana, " Yash said well begged her. " And what will be the result of that Yash? I'll get to live a few more days of this painful life than I will need to leave, " Shayra said as she bites her lips to stop herself from crying. " Shayra, " Yash was about to say when Shayra put her finger on his lips. " sushh... let me give you my goodbye, please, " Shayra whispered as Yash nodded, it was difficult for him to say his last goodbye to her.

Makayla Stass is paparazzi, well that's until she goes undercover as Mega Superstar Justin Star Ryders assistant in order to do one big story that will propel her into the big leagues with Flair Mag, the Largest Gossip company in hollywood, who are more than willing to hire her, if she gets the story done. All she needs is one story and the pig headed, mentally demented, Justin Star Ryder is the exact celebrity she needs. *** Justin Star is looking for his Cinderella, excuse me Ariel, whatever you call the girl that saves you from drowning then leaves before catching her name or her face. Being one of the most followed Celebrities in the world, with crazy fans and depressed nights, fighting against his anger, alcohol, a dark secret and a sickness he uses against women, Justin finds himself slowly dying on the inside. That's not until one very stuck up, talkative, Nosy, pain in the ass assistant comes in forcing her dark hair and brown eyes smack into his life. Not really wanting someone like that, the two go head to head in a battle of dominance, but it's not before long Justin discovers something about this girl, allowing himself to fall for her, despite his better judgement and warning bells. *** An "I hate you" To "I can't live without you" Story.

Lilian,a 19 year old college student in the Philippines, died from a car accident and her soul transferred to a shared wife of five brothers. This shared wife came from the slave market but she have an unbelievable beauty. With long black hair,white porcelain skin, and a body to die for. Seems like the woman can't accept the fact that she became a shared wife so she escaped from them and met an unfortunate accident. Opening her eyes again, she's no longer the timid and shy woman. Lilian from the Philippines, became the “Lian” who is the shared wife of Montenegro brothers.

The two brothers who were supposed to be in a marriage alliance with me fell in love with my adopted sister instead. They tricked me into shaving my hair just to cheer her up and locked me in a skiing cabin for an entire night. I tolerated their actions because of my parents' instructions. However, when my adopted sister accidentally slit her finger while cutting up some fruits, they forced me to the hospital to extract 2000 ml of blood. I cried and begged for mercy, but they said that I deserved to be punished for bullying my adopted sister. I gave up on them and turned to get into their older brother's car. The two men who had constantly been talking about canceling the wedding ended up crying in regret at my wedding.

Melissa Steve is an orphan in a lot of debt who lives a normal life. Everything changes when she takes up the job of an event planner and the bride of the event goes missing. To cover up the bride’s disappearance, the groom’s family pays Melissa a huge amount of money to pose as the bride instead. But things get complicated and Melissa has to live with the groom, billionaire Gabriel Marshall, in order to keep up the lie.