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"You think you have a choice?" Alberto's voice was low and lethal. "I am Alpha Supreme. What I decide is law." Akira, trembling on her knees, looked up at him through tears. “You can punish me all you want. It won’t change the truth. I love Gonzalo.” His jaw tightened, he could feel his blood boil from so much anger. “You are bound to me by fate, Akira. You’re mine, whether you like it or not.” But Akira didn’t flinch. Her heart belonged to another—and she refused to live in fear. Alberto’s cold smile returned. “As for my dear brother… he’ll pay for touching what’s mine.” Torn between fate and forbidden love, Akira must face the wrath of an Alpha scorned. Will Alberto’s obsession destroy them all, or will love defy destiny? When bloodlines, betrayal, and prophecy collide, only one truth remains—love may be a choice, but survival is certain.

Syria has always obeyed. Not because she wanted to but because disobedience meant punishment. Or worse, death for the only person she still loves. Controlled by her uncle, silenced by fear, she's spent her life surviving. But on the day of her cousin’s wedding, something inside her finally snaps. Dressed like a bride, paraded like property, she was meant to smile and stay quiet. Instead, she picks up a brush and paints a nightmare, exposing the truth in front of the entire pack. It was supposed to be her rebellion. Her first and final act of defiance before disappearing forever. Then he sees her. An Alpha, cold, powerful, and dangerous, drawn to the fire. And for the first time in her life, Syria chooses something for herself. Something reckless. She asks for one night with him. One night to feel free, to feel like she belongs to no one but herself. But freedom comes with a price. Now they’re bound by more than just heat and instinct. And Syria realizes it was too late…

"I want a divorce, let me go Evan." "That's too bad Kitten, You agreed though I was a little conspicuous but agreed is the key word to be my wife until I get an heir from you.." Evans smile turned slowly into a smirk and I swallowed hard as tears dropped out of my eyes. "You trapped me into this, you monster." I yelled throwing my cup of milk into his face. "Say that again, I liked it." All I wanted was to get revenge on my cheating ex, all I wanted was to not be obedient little princess and stand for myself; apparently, it turned out to be the worst decision I ever made. This marriage of convenience was supposed to be done and over with in less than a week but what happens when there was no exit out of the marriage? A playboy that was never committed to anyone placed a tag on me that read 'MINE' and I doubt very heavily that even if I gave him an heir he would let me go. He was obsessed and I was trapped

Amaraiah “Aya” Reyes’s success as the Senior Marketing Manager of Madriaga Enterprises stands as proof of her skill and dedication. That’s what the public sees—her confident smile, her flawless image. But behind it all, she carries a secret that could change everything. She is secretly married to the company’s CEO, Zedrick “Zed” Madriaga. He was the man she first fell in love with. It was a marriage born from complicated circumstances, a binding agreement that both connects and divides them. Through the years, Aya learned to play the role expected of her—prim, proper, and untouchable even at the cost of her true feelings. But now, Zed wants more than shadows and silence. He wants to live in a world where they no longer have to hide from each other. With Aya’s growing success drawing public attention—and with people ready to expose the truth. So, she must make a choice. Will she keep living the perfect lie, or will she finally fight for who she really is… even if it costs her everything?

My smile wasn't the only thing that dropped. I lost my balance and I found myself slipping to the floor, I was supposed to have a bad fall but I was able to catch myself before that happened. "Holy fuck" that was the first word which escaped my lips. Dante Garvino was seated right in front of me with his green deadly eyes pinned on me. "Dante" I mumbled under my breath, how was I going to provide 400 million dollars?" Ashely had been kidnapped by Dante Garvino, a well knowned feared alpha mafia Lord. A man who was trained on how to destroy and torture with his heart as cold as ice, he claimed she committed a heinous crime and she must pay for her actions but when opposite attracts she finds herself smitten and drawn to his enigmatic ways but his enemies are against it as his dead long secrets comes to light, she is one woman who brought him down on his knees.

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."

It's Family Day at my daughter, Hannah Neel's, preschool, but my wife, Samantha Miller, says she has to work and tells both Hannah and me not to go. Seeing the disappointment on Hannah's face breaks my heart, so I bring her to school anyway. As soon as we step through the gates, I see Samantha. She's holding her childhood friend—Oscar Barnett's—hand, with a little boy clutching her other. The three of them look like a perfect family, laughing and chatting, as if they belong together. When Samantha sees us, her smile fades, and she lets go of Oscar's hand. "Zach, it's not what you think. Oscar's raising his son alone. Today's his fifth birthday, and he just wanted to give him a little taste of a mother's love," she says quickly. I study her for a moment, then kneel and gently take Hannah's hand in mine. "Sweetheart, say hello to the lady."

Three years after our breakup, I never thought I’d see Connor Rogers again. He was no longer the ordinary man I once knew. Now, he was the head of a powerful corporation. And me? I was broke, scraping by every day just to survive. All the love I once felt for him had turned into hatred, every ounce of pain tracing back to him. I straddled him, naked, driving him wild with desire. Leaning down, I whispered in his ear, “Give me the contract.” The moment his eyes clouded over, I knew I had won. The smile I gave him was one I had rehearsed a hundred times, until it looked real. No one could see what lay behind it: my mother’s death, and the baby I lost at eight months in my womb—our child. Now he was begging me to come back, even defying his family for me. But I... hesitated.

“Did you get a boob job?” He asked casually, pointing at my chest with an amused smile playing on his lips. “Your breasts look bigger than before…” *** Briana Quin has never had it easy, she worked multiple jobs and endured the worst treatment in order to survive, thus earning the nickname; the queen of side hustles. She was a hard worker and a beauty to behold, using her smarts to push through her hardships. But her life takes a drastic turn when she's hired to marry a billionaire as a replacement for his runaway fiance. Due to her striking resemblance to the international model, Briana is thrust into a world far different from the one she’d known, a world that was more lavish, calculative and filled with new surprises. One wrong move could ruin everything she’d worked for, as the life of her sick brother is threatened if she doesn’t comply. Will the queen of side hustles be able to pull off her role as an enigmatic billionaire wife?

He is Musa Khan. Belonging from a Royal family, he is everything you can expect from a man belonging to such status. He is a businessman, not only that he is also a Cardiologist, most famous Cardiologist. With a handsome face and charming smile, he has stolen many hearts. He is Nawab of Raipur. There was no woman who didn't attempt to make herself prominent in his presence till her....Nayyab Rehman is a postgraduate Doctor. With no father on her head and only a mother who support both of them financially, she is introverted. With so much trouble and crisis, she is dead set on making her mother proud. She is shy and reserved and fiercely daring, something Musa Khan finds amusingly appealing......An accident caused both of them to meet in unexpected circumstances that cause a spark? Will that spark burn them to be repairable or will it led to something beautiful? Something that both are unfamiliar with...Join the spectacular voyage of Musa Khan and Nayyab Rehman to experience a boost of emotions that will make you grin in excitement and next moment to pull out your hair frustration.