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Prior to that day, she had never been so hopeless in her life. In any case, when she was in the most humiliating circumstance, the nonsensical man she met ended up being the legend of M city. He was rich, amazing, attractive, and he had a unique association with her… She was orchestrated to go on a prearranged meet-up. The two kids cried and called her: "Daddy beats us, help!" She hurried over in sweat, while the man was remunerating those two kids for their incredible acting abilities with huge drumsticks ... She indignantly said, "Alex, my prearranged meet-up has been obliterated by you!" The man said in a soft tone, "I'm the dad of the kid. Assuming you need to get hitched, shouldn't I be the best option?"

“Show me,” he said, voice low and rough, “how good you're willing to serve me.” I should’ve spat in his face. Except, I nodded…because outside that tent, his men waited. The ones who’d tear me apart piece by piece if I said no. The ones I’d be handed to. I slid my palm between my thighs, breath hitching at my own touch, just a warning stroke and to stay alive. But when I brushed again, deeper this time, I gasped. “Keep going,” Malrik said, leaning back, watching like I was the most fascinating sin he’d ever seen. So I did. With shame thick in my throat and my heart pounding against cracked ribs. I did it for my sister, for survival, for him. *** Kaelith thought being rejected by her mate was the worst thing that could happen but she was wrong. Sold to a rogue warlord as leverage, branded like cattle, and forced into a savage camp where women are broken for sport and pleasure, Kaelith expects to die or worse. But she ends up in the mercy of Malrik Dren, the warlord himself. What happens when a broken girl becomes a weapon, and the monster meant to break her starts to fall?

"I-I swear I didn't mean to enter this house. I got l-lost. I am s-sorry sir." She politely said taking a step back only for her to froze in the spot. "Seal" He smirked when the main door of the mansion got sealed just by his one command. He could see how much she was trembling in fear. She looked like little innocent lamb trapped by the giant wolf who was toying with her before attacking her to his fullest. "Now my lady I am a gentleman I don't like to send my guests back without showing my hospitality. Especially uninvited guests." He said as his smirk widened. "Just look at you. An epitome of perfection." He said pointing at her head to tow before creepily darkening his shiny orbs. "And Perfection is made for only perfection. Which means you're made for a man like me." This was enough to make her run to the door faster than hurricane. A Story about a Narcasstic Mafia boss who considers himself a Greek God with insane power he holds. And a poor insecure naive girl who had been entangled in a relationship which couldn't even be called as one. WARNING: MIGHT HAVE GRAMMATICAL ERRORS. IT'S A DARK ROMANCE STORY SO BEWARE.

Christy thought her boyfriend was just nonchalant and unromantic person, but a text and a photo sent by an anonymous changed everything. That was when she realised, she was never the one in his heart, but he had been leading her all along. This shattered her completely, and she couldn't get over being hurt and her trust brutally bruised. In anger, she made his grandfather who was in his mid-sixties fall in love with her. "You don't mean it, Christy right? My grandfather is too old and weak for you, I know you are mad at me for cheating and deceiving you, end this wedding, I will marry you" Franklin proposed, his face creased with frustration. His grandfather Winchester said "Kid, our wedding is already fixed" Then Christy raised her eyebrow and said "What makes you think marrying your grandfather because of you?" Franklin retorted "If I didn't cheat on you, would you have?" Christy beamed and then said in response "If you had not cheated on me, I would have been blind and still stick to you, but you opened my eyes and I realise the man for me, and he is your grandfather, I love him and I will marry him" "My girlfriend can't become my step-grandmother!" Franklin yelled aggressively.

“Our marriage is never going to be a real one,” Irina said, looking at the Rogue who was betrothed to her. “As long as you fulfill your part of the deal, it doesn’t have to be.” Alpha Kai said, his eyes hardening as he took a step back. “I’ll see you walking down the aisle. Until then, I suggest that you think wisely of your choices…” *********************************** Forced to marry a rogue at the ripe age of twenty, Irina finds herself stuck between two choices. Either give the Rogue Alpha a child and be loyal to him or her save her family from the wrath of the Medici who was more than willing to get his revenge from her father over a debt of years.

Yasmine Silva gave everything to Leo Quinton over fifty years of marriage. After he was injured on a mission and left disabled, she left her respectable and steady job as a TV station host to stay by his side and massage his legs every day. He said he never wanted children. She endured ten miscarriages and was left unable to have any. Even then, she never once complained. Everyone said Leo was blessed to have a wife like Yasmine. It was only after Leo passed away that Yasmine, who had cared for him all her life, learned the truth. To him, she had never been a blessing. She had only been a burden that kept him from his wife and son.

My husband was sterile. Necrospermia, they said. His brother was in a coma and had no partner. Their mother wanted me to sleep with both of them and get knocked up with the family's heir. I refused and applied for a divorce. Ninety-nine times. Ninety-nine failures. Then, I put in the hundredth application. When that failed, I agreed to my mother-in-law's request, holding a pregnancy test result. My husband disagreed. That night, he stopped me before I could sleep with his brother. Harshly, he said, "My mother was just testing you. I can't believe you'd get pregnant with the illegitimate child." I was amused and annoyed. "You're the one who said yes, as long as I could get pregnant with your family's heir."

I worked for a restaurant, and our boss loved making empty promises about giving us restaurant shares. The boss said we would start with zero shares, but we could earn 0.01% for every two hours of overtime, covering someone else’s work or saving the restaurant 1,000 bucks. I suggested she write this down in an official document and have someone track it properly. She just smiled and told everyone to work harder. She never actually put it in writing. The experienced staff did not believe her, but one prep cook took it seriously. At the end of the year, he went to the boss to claim his shares. The boss said, “Sorry, the head chef told me there’s no official document, so it doesn’t count. You can’t claim any shares.” The prep cook worked hard all year and got nothing for it, so he took his anger out on me. The day before I was going home for the New Year, he killed me with a knife. “If you hadn’t said it doesn’t count without an official document, this whole restaurant would’ve been mine!” I lay in a pool of blood. When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day the boss first made those empty promises.

After three years of pretending to be dead on livestreams, I finally earned enough money to treat my daughter. I was about to go home and tell my wife and daughter when I overheard a call between the platform administrator and my wife. The administrator said humbly, “Chairman Morgan, Mr. Wells’s livestreams have generated tens of millions in revenue over these years. “The company withheld ninety-five percent of it. Should we keep withholding more?” Stacy fell silent for a moment before answering, “No need. Three years of testing him is enough. He barely moves year-round. He even developed muscle atrophy and didn’t tell me.” John’s voice came through the phone next. He said, “Stacy, Sam can even pretend to be dead, so what if this is an act too? “Besides, Emma’s already used to Sam being gone, so she probably won’t accept having a dad again anytime soon.” After some hesitation, my wife said indifferently, “If that’s the case, then withhold it for another six months.” I smiled and tossed the diagnosis report confirming amyotrophic lateral sclerosis into the trash. There was no need for them to test me anymore. I no longer needed to pretend.

My best friend Seraphine had not one drop of blood left in her body when they found her. Her skin was translucent. There were two dried trails of blood from the corners of her mouth, like she had wept herself empty long before the end. She left one note. One sentence: "Vera saw his face." From that day forward, I became the Covenant's greatest sinner. Because I knew who did it. But I said nothing. For ten years, I said nothing. Then Lucian came back. He was the one who had turned us, raised us, given us the only home we had ever known. He set the Soul Prism in front of me. "Tonight," he said, "you give me the killer." His eyes hadn't changed. That was the worst part. After ten years of exile, of stones and fire and nights that never got warmer, I looked at him and he was still exactly who he had always been to me. "Or you disappear from this world along with him." He didn't know. The reason I had chosen exile and starvation and a Blood Oath that had been eating my soul core alive for a decade — was him. All of it, always, had been for him.