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At the concert, my husband James Felton and his assistant ended up on the kiss cam. They made for a beautiful couple, and the clip immediately went viral. In the video, I saw my son cheering in between them. The next thing I did was share the video on my Instagram feed with the caption, [How sweet.] James immediately gave me a video call, labeling me a jealous woman. “We were only acting to fool her ex! Stop making a fuss out of everything!” Our friends in the know were all laughing behind my back, placing bets on when I would apologize. This time, however, I was not going to play to their tune.

Colter Giordano, my fiancé of six years, heir to the Giordano family, took a bullet for a dancer named Mia. He didn't take one for me. A bullet tore through my shoulder. Blood bloomed across my dress, hot and sticky. But my heart hurt worse. He asked if I was okay. Just once. Then he rushed Mia to the hospital, leaving me bleeding on the floor. The next day, Mia's picture popped up on my Instagram feed. There she was, in a luxury hospital suite. Colter was fussing over a scratch on her arm that was barely there. The caption was just two words: "My Hero." I liked the post. Then I made an encrypted call. "The Falcone family's offer," I said. "I'm taking it. Get me on a plane to Sicily. Three days."

Today is the sixth time my girlfriend, Shirley Lake, is supposed to meet my parents. My parents and I wait at the restaurant for four whole hours. I call her over and over again, but she never picks up. Just as I'm about to try one last time, I see Shirley's childhood sweetheart, Joshua Solomon, post a picture on his Instagram, with the location tagged at a suburban hotel. The picture shows a woman's pale back, one shoulder bare, with a striking red spider lily tattoo visible on her skin. Underneath the picture was the caption, "We'll make it from 18 to 80." A mutual friend comments, "First-love couples are the sweetest!" I silently hit the like button, then comment, "Make sure to get buried together when you die. And don't come back to haunt anyone else."

She loved him in high school. Now, at 27, Preetah finally becomes Arjun’s wife through an arranged marriage. But the boy she once adored is gone. In his place stands a man who is cold, ruthless, and impossible to love. Can she survive being his wife, or will he break her completely? Dean is Arjun’s best friend. The one man who should protect Artha, not desire her. But when loyalty collides with forbidden love, how long can he fight what his heart wants? Roshni endures her boss’s abuse in exchange for money. But when she falls for his son, her secret threatens to destroy them all. Five voices. Five forbidden loves. All tied together by secrets too dangerous to survive. (This book contains dark themes and may be triggering for some readers.)

I May Love You... but I Hate You More Rena thought she could move on. Yoké thought he could forget her. But when fate throws them back into each other’s lives, old feelings ignite into something far more dangerous. Jealousy becomes their language. Revenge becomes their game. And every misunderstanding pushes them deeper into a cycle of passion and hate they can’t escape. They say love conquers all… but what if love is the very reason they destroy each other? ★Sequel to Till Worlds Do Us Part

My fiancé, Dominic, heir to the Carvalho crime family, vanished for four days. I thought a rival family had put a bullet in his head. Then I saw his ex’s Instagram story. A shot of them in bed. The caption: He still knows every inch of me. His face was hidden, but his hand wasn't. And on it, the ring I gave him, resting on her skin. That night, Dominic came home. He brought me white roses, my favorite. I asked him why. Why he'd lie. Why he'd sleep with her. He brushed it off. Just a "misunderstanding." I was done. I threw the ring in his face. Burned the wedding dress. Told him we were over. He thought I was just throwing a fit. He didn't get it. Not until he realized I was walking away for good. Then he panicked. Begged me to come back.

Hunter is no ordinary bodyguard. He’s an underboss in one of the most feared mafia families. Protecting Rebecca was never part of the plan. Infiltrating her mansion, getting close enough to strike… that was his mission. Rebecca thinks he’s just a gruff shadow hired to watch over her. But every smirk, every heated glance hides the truth: she isn’t just under his protection, she is his target. Duty demands he use her. Desire makes him want her. And when the lines blur, Hunter finds himself caught between loyalty to the family and a dangerous obsession he can’t control. In a world ruled by power, money, and betrayal, Hunter must decide: will he complete the mission… or sacrifice it all for the woman who was never meant to matter?

Would you rather live apart… or die together? She survives a plane crash and wakes up in a hidden village with rules stranger than death itself. Here, men and women who are not married cannot be seen together. The punishment? Public beheading. But when she meets Yoké, the mysterious, magnetic villager who makes her heart race, one rule becomes impossible to obey. Every stolen glance is a risk. Every touch is a death sentence. And yet, she cannot stay away. ★Prequel to Till Death Do Us Part

On the day I miscarried and suffered from haemorrhage, my husband posted a photo of a newborn’s tiny feet on his Instagram Story. The caption read: “Welcome, little angel. Daddy will always protect you.” With trembling hands, I called him. “The baby’s gone. Can you come to the hospital?” On the other end, I heard a baby crying, followed by the man’s impatient voice. “In that case, take good care of yourself. Louise just gave birth and needs someone to care for her. I can’t leave. “Besides, the dead shouldn’t compete with the living for affection. Got it?” He hung up right after. I broke down alone on the hospital bed, and when I finally wiped away my tears, I dialed the number of his sworn enemy, Levi Snow. “Marry me, and the entire Wright Corporation will be my dowry. All I want is for you to bring Finn Yeaton down. Do we have a deal?”

Tiga bulan sebelum menikah, pacarku memposting di instagram sebuah foto dirinya bersama adik angkatku. Foto itu menunjukkan surat pernikahan mereka dan potret kehamilan adik angkatku. Caption yang dituliskan, [Resmi menyambut kehidupan kecil kami.] Adik angkatku meninggalkan komentar dengan emoji malu-malu. Ibuku memberi tanda suka pada unggahan itu dan menambahkan komentar, [Aku akan menjaga anak itu setelah lahir. Kalian berdua tenang saja menikmati hidup berdua.] Aku tidak bisa menahan diri dan hanya meninggalkan tanda tanya sebagai komentar. Detik berikutnya, pacarku langsung memarahiku habis-habisan. [Dia hanya meminjam status pernikahan denganku selama satu tahun. Setelah anak lahir, aku akan kembali padamu.] [Jangan pelit begitu. Ibu juga sudah bilang, kamu baru boleh menikahiku setelah melahirkan anak laki-laki. Jadi, kita adakan pernikahan dulu, baru urus akta nikah nanti..] Aku hanya menjawab dengan datar, "Oh." Setelah itu, aku menghapus semua unggahan di media sosial yang berkaitan dengannya. Sebagai gantinya, aku memposting hal baru, [Butuh calon pengantin pria. Siapa yang mau menikah denganku?]