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Sean Parker's first love, Thea Smith, is back. The comments flood in, as everyone is waiting for me to frame her and then get brutally exposed. But the system I'm bound to is an angst system. So, I can only earn points by suffering. Only with full points can I win ten billion dollars. I'm scratching my head as to how to rack up points when Thea suddenly cuts her own face with a knife. She points at me accusingly and cry, "Why did you ruin my face?" I'm overjoyed. It's finally here—this is the part where I get tormented! But Sean points to the corner coldly. "The surveillance camera is on. Do you want me to replay it?" The air freezes, and I see a line of text appear above her head. It reads, [Angst Points: +25] Countless comments pour in like a frenzy. "Holy crap! Is Thea also bound to a system?" "No way. Are both the evil supporting character and the scheming female lead players who are farming points?" I look at the 25 points Thea scored so easily and think about the 15 points I've painfully accumulated over six years. I clench my fists. This isn't some tragic romance story. It's clearly a cutthroat competition between players! In that case, it is time for me to fight back.

On the night of our engagement banquet, Mandy Sutton's boyfriend, Lenard Johnson, sends my fiancee, Sarah Lindt, a video clip of him jerking off. It also comes with a text message. "Using my hand doesn't feel good at all. I miss your tight little mouth." I want to call that jerk on the spot and cuss him out. But Sarah, who has flown into a state of panic, quickly stops me out of anger. "Are you dumb? It's obvious that Lenard has sent all of these things to the wrong person! He's my best friend's boyfriend, for crying out loud! There's nothing going on between us! Must you be so paranoid, Jonathan? "You're the one that's oozing negativity and dark thoughts, so stop assuming that everyone else is the same as you! Put that jealousy of yours away and stop embarrassing me already!" To think that Sarah is actually accusing me of being jealous and paranoid when she's the one who has cheated on me behind my back! I merely chuckle coldly before forwarding the video clip to our mutual college group chat. At the same time, I've withdrawn my sponsorship from Sarah's company. I'm quite curious, though. Without the support of a jealous, embarrassing man who has zero confidence like me, just how long can Sarah maintain her image as a strong and independent businesswoman?

My husband, Liam, got his terminally ill ex-girlfriend, Chloe, pregnant. He said it was to grant her dying wish of becoming a mother. On the day she gave birth, Liam's sister, Isabella, hired a security firm to guard the hospital, claiming it was to prevent me from causing a scene. Isabella stood by Chloe's bedside. "Don't worry, I have people posted at the entrance. If Ava dares to show up and make trouble, we'll have her thrown out immediately." Liam, seeing I hadn't come, breathed a sigh of relief. "Chloe, just focus on delivering our baby safely. Don't worry about anything else." He truly believed that since he was only fulfilling his dying ex's last wish, I would never be so unreasonable as to make a fuss. Looking at the tiny, rosy infant in his arms, he sent me a text: "Darling, I did this for you. I had her carry a child for us, so you could finally be a mother." He thought that as long as I accepted it all, this child was my ultimate reward. But what he didn't know was that I had just surrendered my residency. In one week, I would be in Kenya, working as a volunteer on a project of biomedical research. It was meant to be a final goodbye—a world away from Liam, forever. But he was searching for me like a madman, pleading for me to return.

At 18 years old, our families offer my best friend—Roxanne Reed—and me to two werewolves. I'm paired with the cold Alpha Lucian Nightshade, while she's matched with the violent warrior Aiden Steele. Despite the elders' opposition, Lucian grants me, a mere human, the position of Luna. Yet on the night of the ceremony, he abandons me at the altar to save Seraphina and form a mate bond with her instead. Aiden similarly delays his ceremony for Seraphina, warning Roxanne to rein in her defiance. We exchange knowing glances and smile. It's time to teach these savage werewolves a lesson. We make our decision on the spot to call off the engagements. With nothing but the jewelry we have, we establish ourselves in Pollyland. I become the film industry's most captivating new star with the most compelling backstory, while Roxanne becomes my formidable ace of an agent. Together, we thrive spectacularly in the world of fame and fortune. Two years later, outside my new movie's celebration party, dozens of Maybachs silently block all exits. I receive a text from an unknown number. "Game over." I tell Roxanne to take everyone and leave through the back door first. As I turn around, I collide with an ice-cold embrace. Lucian lowers his head, his golden eyes now bloodshot. His voice is hoarse and filled with madness as he says, "Eleanor, come back with me."

WARNING ⚠️ This novel is a steamy, taboo erotic romance centered on forbidden attraction between soon-to-be stepsiblings, Sophia and Julian. It's got all the hallmarks of high-stakes family drama, and a heavy dose of explicit sexual encounters that escalate quickly from masturbation fantasies to oral sex and risky hookups. If you're into quick-hit erotica with themes of dominance, risk, and "daddy" kink, it might scratch that itch—it's unapologetically horny and dives straight into the action . 18+ In the snow-kissed shadows of a Parisian estate, heiress Sophia Cole returns for her father's whirlwind remarriage—only to collide with the one man who ignites her darkest desires: Julian Moreau, her soon-to-be stepbrother. One electric glance across the atrium, and the air crackles. What begins as stolen fantasies in a locked restroom spirals into raw, reckless passion—his mouth claiming her, her body surrendering in waves of forbidden ecstasy. They know it's wrong. They know the wedding vows loom, and discovery could shatter everything. But when Sophia's father nearly catches them in the afterglow, and Julian summons her to the moonlit study with a single commanding text, the beast inside him refuses to be caged. As he pins her against the desk, whispering "Call me Daddy," Sophia realizes one terrifying truth: this fire won't burn out. It’s only just the beginning—and someone is about to walk through that door.

The rules are simple: Do not call or text him except on Tuesdays. Never speak to him in public. And most importantly, never fall in love. This is not a relationship. It's a brief arrangement that should last only three months. The almighty Nickolas Reign, future alpha and heir to the Reign empire, needs the time to secretly overcome his uncontrollable lust for the omega. But how long can Sara abide by these rules with the werewolf who is her fated mate? Why did he renew the contract if all he feels for her is mere lust? Unable to keep pretending, Sara mistakenly blurts out the forbidden three little words, and it brings the contract to an end. However, that's the least of her problems. Someone has leaked their secret contract to the cruel luna. Now, Sara and her father will be kicked out of the pack. To top it all up, she's pregnant, and Nick is offering her a huge sum to get rid of the "mistake!" He wants nothing to do with her and the unborn child... Until four years later when he bumps into her in a small town. This book contains 3 stories: BOOK 1: ALPHA'S SECRET REGRET BOOK 2: BETA'S SECRET OBSESSION (starts from Chapter 170) BOOK 3: EX'S REGRET, GAMMA'S ADDICTION (starts from Chapter 344) BOOK 4: ALPHA JETT IS NOW AVAILABLE. (STANDALONE AND PUBLISHED SEPARATELY)

Lizzie Lee married Nathan Hall, and there were rumors he had a woman he loved deeply for years. He had been the one to hold Lizzie’s hand and take her to city hall to file their marriage license, and he was the one who told her his old flame meant nothing to him anymore. After three years of marriage, she thought that as long as she stayed gentle and compliant, she could warm his heart. Until that day, for the sake of his old flame, Nathan robbed her father of his last chance to survive and even brought his mistress to his father’s funeral. Lizzie looked at him and said, “I’m done. I want a divorce.” After the divorce, everyone waited to see her become a joke. But not long after, she was revealed to be the internationally renowned painter “Rose,” the long-lost daughter of a powerful family, and the lead on a major national art project. Her talent was undeniable, and she gradually became a star he could never reach. The man who once couldn’t even be bothered to look at her knelt in regret. “Liz, I was wrong. Come back, alright? I’ll treat you and your child well.” Yet another arm wrapped around Lizzie’s slender waist, drawing her in as he brushed a kiss against her flushed ear, his voice low with quiet possession. “Who else could be worthy of you but me?”

For a decade, my world had been measured in laundry cycles, grocery lists, and the ever-growing pile of dishes in the sink. I was elbow-deep in soapy water, scrubbing the remnants of another family meal, when it happened. A sudden, silent cascade of text flickered at the edge of my vision, like subtitles for a movie only I could see: [Gosh, the heroine is so tragic. Her husband's entire family has been feeding on her luck like parasites!] [Her husband stole her graduate school admission and her career!] [The in-laws are literally siphoning her health away. No wonder she's always sick.] [And the sister-in-law took her "romance" stat! No wonder her love life is a desert.] [Heads up! Her husband's about to give her another "gift." Let's see how much more he takes from her this time.] My hands, clutching a greasy plate, froze. Right on cue, my husband, Tristan, sauntered into the kitchen. A smug, self-satisfied smile was plastered on his face as he took my wet hand. He slid a flimsy, garishly colored plastic bracelet onto my wrist. "Look what I got for you, sweetheart," he announced, his voice dripping with pride. "I made a special trip after work. Found it at the dollar store. It's romantic and economical, just like you always say you want. You love it, don't you?"

After I'm abducted, I call my mother, a policewoman, for help. However, she hangs up on me and stays by my adoptive sister's side. "Go to hell if you're so keen on it!" she snaps. I calmly watch as the abductors pluck my nails and torment me until none of my skin is left unharmed. In my past life, my mother actually came to my rescue. She left my adoptive sister by the roadside, and the latter ended up being violated and murdered. From then on, I became a criminal in my mother's eyes. She received an anonymous text on my adoptive sister's death anniversary. "I bet a good girl like you wouldn't want your mother to know you hired us to abduct you, right?" She thought I orchestrated the abduction because I wanted to vie for her attention. She thought that was the cause of my adoptive sister's death. "I've saved people all my life. I never would've expected my flesh and blood to be such a shameless monster! You should go to hell as atonement for killing Charlene!" She sewed my mouth shut, shattered every bone in my body, and threw my ashes into a junkyard. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back to the day my mother makes her choice.

After returning home from a flight, I realize that my bottle of hair conditioner has run out in the bathroom. The thing is, my husband, Carlos Zappa, doesn't use hair conditioner at all. Seeing Carlos through the frosted glass, I decide to probe him for answers. "Did any guests stay over lately? Or have you started doing hair care?" Carlos flips through the documents, which are stamped with the Zappa family crest, impatiently at my questions. "Maybe a maid accidentally toppled the bottle over when she was cleaning the bathroom. Also, why are you annoying me with such minuscule matters?" When I put on the bathrobe, I feel a ticklish sensation coming from the collar. As soon as I look down, I notice a strand of dried yellow hair being entangled in the collar. The moment the steam dissipates, I see two pairs of intertwining handprints on the bathroom's glass door. I never thought that my home would grow this popular during my one-week trip away from home. I've been married to Carlos for three years, and yet this is my first time finding out that he's actually this wild in bed. So, I secretly text my father, the Don of the Carozza family. "Dad, Carlos has cheated on me. Does the bet we made three years ago still count?"