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She is still married. And already falling apart. To the world, she is Mrs. Chris Robinson. Elegant. Loyal. Untouchable. Married to one of Britain’s most powerful men. Behind closed doors, her marriage is quiet, passionless, and slowly suffocating her. Chris does not touch her anymore. Does not look at her the way husbands should. Does not notice her thirst to be wanted. Sebastian Cross does. Chris’s greatest rival. The man whose name sparks fury in boardrooms and rivalry in headlines. The one man she should never feel drawn to. What begins as stolen glances and accidental meetings turns into something dangerous. Something aching. Something she can no longer deny. Every enco

My best friend, Sienna Monroe, who always swears she'll never marry, goes with me to the fertility clinic and suddenly snatches away the donor profile I choose. That's when I know she has come back to life too. In my previous life, I wanted a mixed-race baby, so I chose the IVF route. Sienna mocked me, saying I'd just be raising someone else's child. But two weeks later, I was taken to the royal palace of Valoria. It turned out the donor I picked was none other than the Prince of Valoria, a man of eight national lineages. He not only insisted on marrying me as his princess but also promised that our child would inherit the throne. The baby and I were cherished by the entire royal family,

Aloria Was abducted as a baby, something She doesn’t even know, She just think She is a wolfless orphan. She also do not know her real name, the pack calls her Dust, because she is always dusty. But when the rival pack attacks, their Alpha River Tempest claims her as his mate and bring her back to his pack. But kan she trust him? And can he protect her when it is revealed that she is the stolen lycan princess.

“Okay let me rephrase the question, why did you just kidnap me?!” I ask unaware if he wasn’t quite keeping up with what was happening! “I wouldn’t call it kidnap; I was simply taking what is mine.” He replies with a dangerous look in his eye, I take a step backwards from shock and also, quite a bit of fear for a second. “I’m not sure what you think is going on here, but I can assure you that I’m not yours.” I tell him point blank, I don’t know what day and age he thinks we’re living in but nowadays, you can’t just go around and claim someone is yours. “I can assure you, every inch of you belongs to me, your whole being is mine.” He says in a growl like tone, his eyes seeming to g

After returning from studying abroad, I prepared to honor my childhood betrothal. But on the very day I went to pick up my wedding gown, I saw my million-dollar couture dress worn by a poverty-stricken girl whom my fiancé had been secretly supporting. When I demanded the gown back, I was scolded as a homewrecker and mocked as a loveless hag. My fiancé excused her, saying the girl had never seen the world, and I should be more accommodating. Well, I've always loved charity. If giving away a million-dollar dress counts as charity, then fine—I'll even let go of the engagement, too. But let it be known: not just anyone can be engaged to the Vance heiress.

Everyone in this town knows that when a family gives a daughter away in marriage, the parents always have a grand bridal carriage custom-built for her, adorned with thousands of pearls. Every single pearl on that carriage must be personally harvested by her mother and father—the more pearls, the more cherished the daughter is, and the more her future husband will value her. My own bridal carriage was finished six years ago. But nineteen times now, my wedding date has been set, and each time, my younger foster sister, Lena Bennett, has found some excuse to stop it. This time, on the very morning of my wedding, she locked me in my room again. By the time I smashed through the window and stum

Every witch awakened a gift when she came of age. Mine was simple. I could siphon my husband's fortune. On Christmas Eve, my husband spent 20,000,000 on a ring and proposed to his mistress as if he were buying a headline. The trending page exploded. Everyone waited to see how quickly I would be thrown out. The pathetic wife was finally swept out the door. When I stayed quiet, Jasper Prescott's tone turned playful, almost indulgent. "She's just a kid. She wanted the whole 'moment.' Your place isn't going anywhere." Then he added, as if assigning me a chore, "She's young. She can't handle things. Pay more attention to the engagement party's details." As though he feared I might cause tro

In the second installment of Perrin and Lo's journey, the unsolved riddle of Jesamine and her father continue to unravel. What are Jesamine's true intentions? Will Perrin succeed as the Alpha Select and stop the threatening attacks against his pack? Will Lo and his relationship endure the strains of his coming child with an ex-lover?

Desperate to save her dying brother, Lina Vale signs a one-year marriage contract with cold billionaire Adrian Korr, who needs a stable wife to claim his inheritance. Strict rules. No emotions. No future. But as they live together, boundaries blur and real feelings emerge. When her ex Ethan returns, Lina is torn between past and present. On the final day, Adrian lets her walk away in silence. Until she discovers the truth: the contract was never terminated. Adrian secretly renewed it. She thought she was free. She was never free to begin with.

My father's company lost a senior executive out of nowhere, so he called me back from overseas to steady things. He even set me up with the best office in the building and an antique ornament as a welcome gift. I had barely started working when a man barged in. He slammed his bag onto my desk, knocking the ornament clean over. Before I could react, he grabbed me by the collar, yanked me out of the chair, and dropped himself into the leather seat like he owned the place. "I'm taking this office," he said, lounging back. "Show yourself out and shut the door." My temper spiked. "This is my office. You need to leave." He let out a cold, dismissive laugh. "Your office? Please! Forget this o