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My husband William came home with another woman and told me a cruel truth-they had a baby. “I can’t believe I loved you!” I cried. I lost everything. My father’s company went bankrupt and I lost my baby because of William’s betrayal. What’s worse, I never thought my life could be so miserable until I heard a doctor say, “She had stomach cancer.” I was overwhelmed with pain. What should I do? Accept it or fight it? Who can give me the answer?

“What could I possibly use you for?” Don Antonio asked as he walked towards her. He lifted her chin, his gray eyes staring deep staring into hers burning with a mixture of curiosity and desire. He immediately left her chin and snapped his fingers. He had an idea. “If you are willing to be my companion for three years, I'll let your father go.” Her eyes widened at the sound of the word “companion”. The word tasted like hell. “I’m willing.” Giulia knew fully well that she was walking into hell, but did she really have a choice? Her father, Ricardo Moreau, a compulsive gambler, accumulated debt after losing big in one of Antonio's underground casinos and was locked up. She couldn't bear to see her father locked up and offered herself in exchange for him. Antonio made life unbearable for her, and at some point, she felt the urge to run away, but how possible was that? Giulia decided to stay calm and constantly reminded herself that it was only for three years. She was both physically and mentally abused. At some point, Antonio begins to look at Giulia in another way; he begins to see a side of her that he had never seen before, and Giulia, on the other hand, begins to fall for a man whom she had considered her enemy. Things then begin to get complicated when the boss of a rival Mafia family asks for Giulia in exchange for a deal. Will Antonio hand Giulia over to his rival, or will he do everything within his power to keep her safe? Will they put away the hate from the past and let their love blossom? Or will they break up when the contract expires, leaving their passion behind?

They had two things in common: feistiness and a thirst for love. One they showed, the other they hid, buried deep behind their walls. Calvin Logan, a billionaire, marries to save his reputation. Cora Jackson, an abused divorcee, marries Calvin in place of her sister. Upon meeting him, she is surprised by who he is but good enough, she matches his fierceness and authority. With attraction pulling them together, Cora and Calvin must find a way to break down their protective walls and get what they both crave: LOVE.

Vienna finally walked out of her late ex’s shadow. She met Warren, fell in love, and married him in a flash. Until his “no-blood-relation” stepsister moved in, stirring drama, planting doubts, making Vienna question if there was something forbidden between them. Dealing with the stepsister already drained her. Then came the twist—The heart beating in Warren’s chest belonged to her ex. The misunderstanding ran deep. They both thought they were just each other’s "replacement."Divorce. Separation. Until the truth surfaced. And so did a surprise pregnancy test. Warren stared at the report, tears falling. This time—he’s not letting Vienna go again.

I trusted her. I trusted him. Big mistake. When I caught my husband and my best friend tangled in betrayal, my world shattered. And my daughter? She chose her as her new mom. Me? Just a housewife. Just the ‘overbearing mom’ who cared too much. Done. I walked away, leaving their apologies and tears in the dust. My husband dropped to his knees, begging, “Please, come back. We can fix this.”My daughter clung to me, crying, “Mom, don’t leave me.” I laughed: “Fix it? Don’t leave? Too late. You had your chance. I don’t need either of you anymore.”

Five years ago, policemen beat down the doors of our house and arrested my father for financial fraud. Just as I was about to despair, my friend’s father proposed that I marry his son—Mason. In my grief over daddy’s imprisonment, and unexpected happiness of marrying my childhood love, I was blinded. I vowed to myself that I would be the best wife I could be. But my husband would never love me the way he loved Jade—my best friend who died eight years ago. I pretended everything was fine and kept being a good wife for all these years. However, when I found Jade’s ring in Mason’s pocket and saw her face, alive and beautiful, appear in the live stream, the illusion—my game of house—was shattered.

Three years ago, Angela was saved by Lyle in an accident, and the two quickly developed a relationship and moved in together. However, Lyle's adopted sister, Fiona, frequently interferes in their lives, and Lyle always prioritizes Fiona's needs, causing Angela to feel neglected and suspect that they are more than just siblings. On her birthday, Angela plans to propose to Lyle, but Fiona interrupts again, causing Angela to lose control of her emotions and suffer an accidental miscarriage. Devastated, Angela decides to break up with him. After the breakup, Angela reunites with her old classmate, Michael, who takes great care of her. Just then, however, she discovers that Lyle knows about her miscarriage.

“When we return alive, I’ll make you Luna.” My mate Soren told me when we went into battle together. He was my rock, my strength. But when I woke up after the battle, something was wrong. Soren was cold and distant. And beside him, a beautiful young woman held his hand. My smile faltered, confusion replacing the joy I had felt moments ago. “This is Cerelia. She’s my second chance mate.” His words hit me like a physical blow. He told me that our mate bond was severed due to my injuries. During this year, he found Cerelia and is going to make her Luna tomorrow. My heart felt like it was being torn apart, and my head pounded with a fresh wave of pain. And deep down, I knew he was telling the truth. I couldn’t feel the mate bond between us anymore. The cold reality of his betrayal was sinking in, and I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare. Soren, my mate, my Alpha, my everything, stood beside another woman, promising her the life he once promised me. Where does this leave me?

One year ago, my sister pushed me down the stairs and killed my unborn baby. However, instead of mourning his own child, my husband chose to bring the murderer into our home. With her crocodile tears and fake kindness, she successfully moved in and bit by bit pushed me out of existence. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, she got pregnant. And that man — the same man who stood coldly by when I suffered the miscarriage — promised my sister he would raise her baby like his own.

“The most important clause in our marriage contract is that we are not to have children,” my husband stared at me closely, fire burning in his eyes. “This is supposed to be a five-year contract, five year and that’s it,” he continued, “I thought we agreed on that. No children to tie us down, then we part ways.” “I know that, and I completely agree!” Then he took every single condom out of the nightstand. He inspected them carefully, tossing each one aggressively on the bed as he did so. They were all the same. Full of tiny holes. “Then how do you explain that?” he snarled, his voice dripping with accusation.