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But I'm taken aback when I hear him suggest, "Marry Alexander Mayfair for just a year." Without hesitation, I interrupt him. “Wait…what…what did you just say? Why do I have to do that? Do you even know what I’ve been through because of him? I lost everything because of him, and now you want me to marry him again?" ********* After discovering her fiancé's betrayal with her elder sister, Ariel left him at the altar, only to find herself entangled in a tumultuous night with a stranger, Alex Mayfair, that leads to an unexpected contract marriage. As she navigates this new relationship, Ariel realizes she's been deceived into matrimony with a devilish partner. Enduring countless trials, she strives to salvage what remains of her shattered dreams. What happened when the two decided to settle their difference and enjoy their marriage but they sudden have to get a divorce? What happened when they tries to fight against their destiny but the dead sudden come back to life? Will the two ever be able to unite together despite difference in their status and and many obstacles?

“ I'll make sure you regret this. I'll take away every calm in your life. Everything you could ever love. I'll completely ruin you.” The thought of her pulling a knife to my throat brought a jolt of excitement to my lower belly. For a woman who hated the mafia she played the part well. An unofficial ice queen with a lot of emotion raw on display. I couldn't wait for all the emotions I could get out of her. “I'd like to see you try baby girl.” I replied with a grin tightening my hold of her hands getting another glare from her. The priest cleared his throat bringing us out of her little death play. “ Do you Aleksei Vadik, take Ava Addams as your lovely wedded wife in battles and in strength?” “Yes.” I responded confidently. °°° Being a part of the Mafia had their pros and cons. Ava as a matter of fact hated being the Bratva’s daughter. Who knew a night with the wrong stranger could turn her life around in the worst possible way.

When my husband threatened me with divorce for the hundredth time, demanding I sacrifice myself for my sister, I did not cry or make a scene. I simply signed my name on the divorce papers and willingly handed over the man I had loved for ten years to my sister. A few days later, my sister spoke recklessly at a banquet and offended a powerful family. Once again, I stepped forward to take responsibility, bearing all the consequences in her place. When they later proposed that I become a test subject for my sister's drug research, I gladly accepted. Mom and Dad said I had finally grown into someone mature and responsible. Even my cold husband stood by my hospital bed and, for the first time in so long, gently stroked my cheek. He said tenderly, "Don't be afraid. The experiment won't be life-threatening. When you get out, I'll cook you a big meal." However, he did not know that regardless of whether the experiment was dangerous or not, he did not have to wait for me because I was already dying from a terminal illness.

A housemaid who doesn’t care about love. A billionaire used to being in control. And one unexpected night… that leads to marriage?! Roxane Hermenez is a simple woman: work, home, sleep, repeat. Her dream? To save money, leave her job as a maid, and give her family a better life. No time for romance—especially since her boss is Dark Nathaniel Villamonte—rich, arrogant, and annoyingly meticulous. But one night, due to strange circumstances, a glass of wine, and a broken elevator… something happened. And when Dark Nathaniel found out that there might be a “possible consequence” from that night, he didn’t hide— He insisted on getting married! “I can’t just ignore my responsibility. A civil wedding will do!” Now, Roxane is panicking. What kind of woman gets proposed to by her own boss?! But wait… if it’s just about responsibility, why is Dark starting to become possessive, sweet, and jealous? Is love really starting to bloom? Or maybe… the billionaire just wants to play with her? Where will Roxane’s feelings for her handsome boss lead her if he keeps pursuing her despite all the opposition against what he’s doing?!

Run, little faerie. Run. I’ve got all sorts of plans for when I finally catch you. Brock Hume is a lone wolf on the hunt, and right now, he’s after the most irresistible prey he’s ever encountered. He can’t help himself. Her scent, sweet like the heather blossoms from his homeland, calls to him. And those curves... he can’t wait to get his hands on them. And she’s running from him—a werewolf. Heather Knight might just be the most clueless faerie ever, but then again, she was raised as a human, so that probably shouldn’t be a surprise. She can't even tell when a man is something more than he seems. And she should’ve known—no mortal could be that hot. To protect her heart and her secret, she runs. But fate has other plans. Somehow, Brock and Heather are both pulled into the shadowy realm of the fae. To win this dangerous game and save the girl, Brock will have to uncover the truth about his mate. But the secrets she’s hiding might be the very thing that could tear them apart.

"You are mine and soon you are going to be my Queen, just imbibe these words in your head and I will do anything to make this happen!" I was breathing heavily by the time he loosened his grip and continued "You will come begging to me and beg me to sign these papers!" "Never ever!" I snapped. "Just wait and watch, butterfly" he chuckled and sat back in his chair calmly. The tone he was using threatened me to the core. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The story is about a girl who just want to pursue her career and make her parents proud. She is the kind of girl whom every boy dreams of. Sweet but bold enough to raise her voice against the wrong. And he is the one whom you should not mess up with. The one who loves to dominate and scare people. He always gets what he wants by hook or by crook. They are like opposite poles. What will happen when she will bump into a ruthless boy who will fall in love with her and will force her to love him back? Will he succeed in his intentions or will she change the beast? Let's have a look!

Wait a minute? You…you mean you had an accident? And If the child isn’t his, who then is Ethan’s father5?" Alina Carter’s life was torn apart the night she lost everything her savings, her dignity, and almost her life in a car accident. Saved by a mysterious philanthropist and given a fresh start, she rebuilds her world, far from the people who shattered it. But when fate drags her back to New York, working with Damian Blackwood again, she’s unrecognizable literally and emotionally. He doesn’t know she’s the same woman who once shared a passionate night with him, then disappeared, or that the son she’s raising alone, Ethan, shares his eyes and his smile. Damian is drawn to her again, but as their paths cross in the high-stakes world of business. Alina must navigate the line between revenge and healing, while the truth about her son’s paternity lays beneath the surface. With secrets, betrayal, and a love neither of them ever expected, can they overcome the past or will the tangled threads of their fates tear them apart for good?

She entered his office looking for a future but left his bed with a past she couldn’t forget. When Raina takes an internship at one of the city’s most powerful corporations, she expects nothing more than a paycheck to fund her dreams. But then she meets him—Cazien Wolfe. CEO. Enigma. Dangerous in ways no contract could warn her about. He’s brilliant but broken, a man stitched together by ambition and haunted medication. She’s guarded but desperate, a woman with a silent past and a heart too soft for her own good. One night. One mistake. One kiss that wasn’t supposed to happen—followed by a moment so intimate it feels imagined. But when Raina sees something she was never meant to witness—a truth about Cazien that cuts deeper than betrayal—her world spins off its axis. What begins as a story of slow attraction spirals into obsession, secrets, and scars neither of them are prepared to reveal. But desire doesn’t wait for permission. And some sins… beg to be repeated. This is not a love story. It’s a war between hearts, and only the broken survive.

“You think you're suffering? Wait till I make you taste powerlessness. From now on, you breathe carefully around me.” That is the most dangerous sentence anyone had said to her, and she couldn't blame him because she walked into his broken life uninvited and she must survive it. … … Dahlia had everything until one accident stole her daughter’s future, shattered her husband’s faith, and turned her empire into ashes. Framed. Divorced. Abandoned. With nothing left but desperation, she signs a contract to carry a stranger’s child for money that could save her daughter's life. She doesn’t know the stranger is Wellington Chane… A ruthless businessman haunted by fire, loss, and vengeance. A man who swore to make her suffer. Now trapped under his roof, Dahlia must survive a war she never started, enemies who share her blood, and a past that refuses to stay buried. Because the child growing inside her is more than a bargain… It’s the spark that could burn them both alive… Or bring them back to life.

A group of unexpected guests suddenly barged into my relative’s funeral. The woman, Xena Carter, leading them claimed to be my husband’s girlfriend and declared that she was here to punish me, the supposed mistress. Out of respect for the funeral, I did not want to make a scene, so I calmly suggested she wait until it was over. But out of nowhere, she lashed out and ordered her group to shred all of my clothes. My relatives around us did nothing and watched coldly as it happened. I calmly dusted myself off, stood up, and led her over to the urn. "This urn for my mother was bought by your boyfriend. It cost nearly a million!" As expected, the mistress flew into a rage, smashing the urn to pieces. "You shameless family of lowlifes! Don’t think you’ll get a single cent from my boyfriend, even in death!" What she did not know was that when I said "mother," I was referring to my husband’s mother, my mother-in-law. She was causing a scene at my mother-in-law’s funeral, and she had just smashed her urn to pieces.