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“Look at yourself, darling. Moaning like a slut on my brother's cock. You should be ashamed." He wrapped his fingers around my neck forcing me to stare at the mirror in front us. "Go on, baby girl. C*m for us." *** Twenty-year-old Abigail Darlington, Darling to the few who love her, Abby to the ones who hate her, thought she had her life figured out. Her high school sweetheart loved her. Their solid relationship has lasted three years. And she has a future in her dream college. Until he dumped her over text… for someone skinnier, richer, and more "worthy" of his rising status. Humiliated and heartbroken, Darling is left to pick up the pieces under the college spotlight, while the world applauds her ex for his “upgrade.” But she's not going down without a fight. If he wants a war, she’ll give him one, by hitting where it hurts most. His stepbrothers. Three gorgeous, powerful S-Class alphas who dominate the campus and make hearts (and other things) race. Darling doesn’t just want their attention— she wants their obsession. But her revenge turns complicated fast. Because the alphas aren’t what she expected. What starts as seduction quickly spirals into something darker, deeper, and far more dangerous. Heated glances turn to possessive touches. Soft moans into growled promises.. And somewhere between all of that, and late-night confessions, Darling finds herself falling hard. Then comes the positive test. The threats from their elitist, vicious mother. And her ex, suddenly desperate to have her back. Now, Darling must navigate love, power, and a storm of consequences she never saw coming. Revenge was supposed to feel good. She never expected it to feel like home. She never expected it to come with a heartbeat.

[ NOW ONGOING. ] ‘I can’t wait to make you mine, Lorelei.’ I read the text with a naughty smile. That’s Leo. The man I fell in love with via chat. I thought it was dumb to love someone you’ve never met, but look at me now. ‘I can’t wait for you to rip off my underwear.’ I texted and sent. Shivers ran down my spine while waiting for his response. Sexting through casual texts has become a thing I enjoy with him now. I bit my lips as I stared at our chat, anticipating. Just then, someone barged into my room. I put my phone down like I was doing something wrong. It was my mother. She has a worried look on her face. My father and stepmother walked in holding an envelope. I stared at them confused. “Pack your things and leave. You will get married on Thursday.” My father said cruelly. My brows creased and I tried to object but he held out the papers. “You don’t have a say in this Lorelei. I already sold you out.” What is he talking about? How can he arrange my own wedding? I knew I wasn’t my father’s favourite child, but this is next level hate. “Go and live with your husband. He bought you. And darling, there’s no turning back.” My stepmom added with a smile and threw the document on my bed. I picked it up and read the first page. ‘This contract seals the marriage between Ace Salvatore and Lorelei Stanley.’ Ace Salvatore? The man rumoured to be the devil himself.... My phone made a gentle ding and I looked at it. It was Leo. Tears cascaded my eyelids. How can I marry someone when I’m in love withsomeoneelse?

Rule one of surviving a werewolf rejection: don't look back. Rule two: definitely don't move into an apartment directly below his human ex-girlfriend. Rule three: under no circumstances allow him to follow you to the human world. I have broken all three rules in under a month. My name is Zoya Fennel, and five weeks ago, Casen Wolfe — Alpha of the Silveroak Pack, certified heartbreaker, and the most beautiful man the Moon Goddess ever put together on a Thursday — stood at the end of the aisle during our bonding ceremony and said, in front of everyone I have ever loved: "She is not my true mate. I reject the bond." And just like that, the life I'd been planning since I was sixteen years old dissolved in front of three hundred witnesses and one very startled officiant. So I did what any self-respecting, moderately devastated she-wolf would do. I walked out. I moved to the city. I got a frankly excellent apartment with a fire escape view and a coffee shop downstairs. I started living my life. What I did not plan for was discovering — three weeks later, via a very confused text from my sister — that Casen has left the pack, abandoned his Alpha title, moved to the same city, and is currently standing outside my building in the rain. He says he made a mistake. He says the woman he thought was his true mate turned out to be nothing of the sort. He says he's been going out of his mind since the rejection ceremony because the bond he severed — the one he publicly destroyed — is the only one he's ever felt. I say: that sounds like a you problem. Except then he gets a job at the coffee shop downstairs.

My wife, Alisha West, has always been obsessively frugal. After marrying her, my single guilty pleasure became blowing money on luxury watches—almost like revenge for how absurdly tightfisted she was. By the time our daughter, Elyse Day, turned 7, she had inherited every bit of her mother’s penny-pinching nature. The two of them looked completely out of place in our sprawling mansion. And I loved it. I’d slip into my latest custom-tailored suits and watch them wince at my credit card statements, their expressions twisted in quiet pain. Until one day, lines of floating text suddenly appeared before my eyes. [This spendthrift idiot is still shopping? Doesn’t he know his wife’s company is about to go bankrupt?] [She’s been drained dry supporting this parasite. Her T-shirt collar is practically worn out from washing. Good thing the financially savvy male lead is about to show up and save her.] [Can’t wait for Alisha to file for divorce and kick this useless freeloader out. Let’s see how he survives fighting stray dogs for scraps under a bridge.] I slammed the limited-edition Richard Mille watch onto the table. Alisha, who was crouched on the floor breaking down delivery boxes for recycling, and Elyse, who was helping stomp them flat, both jumped in shock. A chill ran through me. I lunged forward, snatched the battered cardboard box from Elyse’s hands, and held it tightly against my chest. "No… no more buying. I’m returning this watch. "And these boxes… don’t sell them. I think we might need them someday… to lay out under a bridge when we’re sleeping outside…"

RAVENNA COSTA Some women fear the fire Others simply become it... Ruling over a criminal organization wasn't easy especially when no one wanted you to rule. If they thought they could kick me out because I was a woman, then they had another thing coming for them. I'll show them I'm not to be messed with, and when I'm done, they'll know I was not just a woman. I am the woman. ************ Ravenna Costa found her house up in flames after returning from a park with her nanny. The house getting burnt wouldn't have bothered her if her parents weren't in the house. They receive a text message from her father telling them to run, and that was what they did for ten years. During those ten years, they lived on the streets. They thought they had escaped their old life of luxury, but that was until Ravenna's past comes knocking on her present. She gets kidnapped on her way to the rundown apartment she had managed to secure for herself and her nanny, and then she's knocked unconscious. Waking up, she finds herself in a room, and she gets the biggest shock of her life. Turns out her father had been involved in shady business she never knew about. She's introduced to the world of organized crime, and there she meets her childhood best friend. Only he wasn't a child anymore, but a full-grown man. A full-grown man she wanted. The problem was they fought on opposite sides of a war, but that doesn't stop Ravenna from wanting him, after all, the heart wants what it wants. Decisions must be made as the line between love and hatred begins to blur, and Ravenna is forced to choose between her duty or her love for her childhood best friend.

After our company's IPO approval is granted, my boyfriend, Derek Calloway, finally agrees to publicize our relationship at the celebratory banquet. Derek and I have been in a relationship for seven years. For so long, he refuses to make our relationship official. He always cites the fact that office romance is forbidden in the company, and that he, as the CEO, should follow through as a prime example. On the night of the banquet, I wait for the news to be broken with bated breath and unadulterated delight. But when Derek stands on the stage, he chooses to utter the name of the new recruit who has just joined the company for two months—Jocelyn Grant. "It's all thanks to Jocelyn's contributions to the project that our company gets to go public. She's the MVP of our company." I just stand beneath the stage, completely stunned. For a moment, I don't know how to react. I'm the main person in charge of that project, and I'm the one who's contributed the most to that project. Not only have I stayed up countless nights working hard on it, but I also got hospitalized a few times because of it. Soon, I receive Derek's text message. "Jocelyn has just joined this line of work. She needs a project to help spruce her resume up. Just let her receive the credits this once. "We'll discuss more on publicizing our relationship in the future." I can only grip my phone so tightly that my fingertips go white. Finally, I key in one word. "Okay." Jocelyn can have the project. She can also have my position as the director. Heck, she's free to have Derek, my now ex-boyfriend. I'd like to see how these assholes can pass the subsequent trials without me.

Synopsis: The Billionaire’s Vengeful Queen Aurora Voss-Ryder has spent ten years perfecting the role of perfect wife to billionaire Damien Ryder. On their anniversary, she gifts him a rescued AI startup worth $400 million and proof she’s the reason Ryder Corp still breathes. In return, he hands her divorce papers, a forged scandal, and a threat to leak photos of her begging. Pregnant and betrayed, Aurora walks out with nothing but a positive test and a text from a ghost: “The Voss bloodline isn’t broken. Come home.” In her mother’s abandoned Brooklyn studio, Aurora unlocks a safe containing a $12 billion secret—VossTech, an AI empire built in shadows, 51% hers if she marries within a year of her mother’s death. With joint accounts frozen and paparazzi circling, she allies with Victor Kane, her mother’s dying partner and the only man who can give her controlling interest. A paper marriage, a black diamond ring, and a syringe of custom prenatal serum later, Aurora storms the VossTech boardroom in a killer pantsuit and claims interim CEO. But Damien isn’t finished. He forges abortion records, demands custody of the unborn child, and prepares a hostile takeover. Aurora counters with offshore leaks, a turncoat mistress, and two ex-Mossad shadows in the vents. At midnight in Ryder Tower, gun drawn and city watching, she tears up his custody agreement and watches federal agents drag him away. Victory tastes like ash when Victor’s heart fails hours later. His final words warn of a “blood moon” birth and enemies still hunting the Voss gene. With her due date looming and a new message signed –E., Aurora realizes the war for her empire, her child, and her life has only begun.

In a world where power is forged from ruthlessness, Mario reigns as the unyielding mafia king. When tragedy strikes and he loses a sister to cold-blooded murder, he takes Gia, the daughter of his enemy, hostage—not just to punish her father, but to bind her heart to his in a twisted pact sealed with marriage. Gia finds herself trapped in a life she despises, harboring a deep-seated hatred for the man who stole everything from her. Yet amidst the darkness of captivity, a flicker of something unexpected begins to ignite between them. As the walls close in and the intensity of their shared space compels them to confront their feelings, Gia finds herself torn between escape and the emotions that bind her to Mario. As she plots her escape, a secret unfolds—one that will change everything. A baby is growing within her, a symbol of both uncertainty and hope. With the stakes higher than ever, Mario must decide if he can truly win her heart after the pain he has inflicted or if he is doomed to forfeit love in pursuit of his revenge. Will Gia and Mario discover a way to heal their broken past? Can their shared destiny be forged from the ashes of betrayal? As they navigate the treacherous waters of their intertwined fates, brace yourself for a gripping tale of resilience and the profound power of love that might just redeem them both, if only they can find the courage to embrace it. *** "I'm sorry... That guy meant nothing to me." My voice trembled. "I don't care if it meant nothing to you. I don't want another man's hands on you," he said firmly. I nodded, "Yes. I'm sorry. It won't happen again." "It can't happen again, Gia, because you are mine."

Btari, seorang penari berbakat, yang memiliki karir sempurna di bidang accounting. Btari terlahir dari keluarga yang kaya raya. Ayahnya sebagai pimpinan perusahaan swasta di bidang telekomunikasi. Membuat ornag lain cemburu akan kehidupan nya yang bisa di bilang sangat sempurna, akan tetapi jauh dari kata sempurna itu, kehidupan yang ia miliki bagaikan hidup di dalam sangkar. Bakat menarinya yang ia tonjolkan sejak kecil, menjadikan ia sebagai wanita yang lemah gemulai, dan snagat cantik luar dalam. Btari telah menguasai tarian, mulai dari tarian daerah hingga tarian internasional Kesempurnaan yang di elu elukan oleh semua orang yang mengenal Btari, hanyalah di jadikan symbol saja. Karena semua kegiatan yang menyangkut tentang kehidupannya, mulai dari pilihan sekolah, berteman, hingga seorang kekasih pun, juga harus sesuai dengan aturan yang di buat oleh ibunya. Menurut ibunya, hanya dia lah yang mengetahui secara pasti dan benar jodoh untuk putrinya itu. Btari memberontak dengan semua aturan yang sudah di buat oleh orang tuanya. Ia sudah tak tahan lagi, kala orang tuanya terlalu ikut campur dalam kehidupan asmaranya. Btari pun lari dari rumah dan mencoba untuk hidup mandiri. Namun, ibunya masih terus saja mengatur perjodohan bagi Btari dengan seorang yang dianggapnya pantas untuk di pandang dalam kelas atas , yang di lihat hanya dari harta dan jabatan yang dimiliki. Bukan dari keimanan dan yang mampu membimbing Btari menjadi seorang wanita yang baik.

During the holidays, my boss wants us to choose between a holiday bonus and tarts. I don't like tarts at all, so I'm the first one to vote for a bonus. But the intern, Davin Holt, who's in charge of gathering everyone's votes and opinions, is quick to pin me on the hall of shame in the company's group chat. "Fabian, we mainly celebrate the holidays just to experience the atmosphere, you know? Isn't it too materialistic of you to vote for a bonus instead?" The department head tags me in the group chat as well. "Fabian, our company prioritizes the team spirit even more." In the end, everyone except me chooses the tarts. On the day of our holiday team bonding event, Davin bought everyone nut tarts. He knows that I'm allergic to nuts, and yet he still forces me to eat the tart in front of my boss just to show that I have team spirit. "Fabian, I bought the tarts with everyone's bonus. You can't just rain on our parade by rejecting them, right?" The next thing I know, I begin having difficulties breathing. At the same time, patches of red rashes break out on my skin. But Davin shoots me a look of disgust. "Dude, must you really spoil the mood while everyone else is having fun?" Desperately, I rummage through my bag for my allergy medication, only to see more tarts in its place. The sight of me looking so wretched makes Davin roar in laughter. "Medicine can be harmful to you, you know! You should have more desserts instead! That's why I've changed all of your medication to tarts!" Already, I find it more and more difficult to breathe. So, I text the CEO of this company on the spot. "Mom, my allergy is acting up! I'm at…"