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Celestina "Tin" Mercado thought she was the perfect wife—until she found herself hiding in a hotel closet, watching her husband cheat on her with the fiancée of the country’s most feared billionaire, Atticus Valderama. Broken, homeless, and labeled "convenient" by the man she loved, Tin hits rock bottom. But her life takes a twist when Atticus offers her a lifeline. He doesn’t offer her pity; he offers her a deal. To secure his inheritance, Atticus needs a wife. To destroy her ex-husband, Tin needs power. The agreement is simple: Sign a marriage contract, pretend to be the perfect couple, and watch their exes burn. Rule #1: Make it convincing. Rule #2: Destroy their enemies. Rule #3: Never, ever fall in love. But as the lines between "fake" and "real" start to blur inside Atticus’s penthouse, Tin realizes that guarding her heart might be harder than getting revenge.

One word used to describe her life was "Pain". She had to endure all forms of it, because she was in need of the money. Working under a cruel arrogant CEO was one of the hardest things ever, but she was desperate. Aurora is a 20 year old lady, who worked as a secretary to an arrogant boss for over three years. She had endured all the countless insults and curses thrown her way by him, why? Because she needed the money to survive. Finally, she had found an escape by finding a sweet sugar boss online who called her baby all day. She was assured her life would be better now,will it?

I was growing up as the much-hated "fake heiress" in a wealthy family, and my life took a devastating turn after my death. My childhood friend who lived next door leaked my nudes online, branding me as manipulative and promiscuous. This ignited public outrage, with strangers celebrating my demise at my family's home. My parents, eager to sever any connection with me, destroyed our mansion that very night, even going so far as to feed my ashes to the dog. Everyone said I deserved it. On the day the true heiress married my childhood friend in a grand, live-streamed wedding, I gave them a unique wedding present from beyond the grave.

Aaron and Alexia are twins from birth, they both did everything together, growing up they fell in love with each other but each of them tried hiding their feelings for one another. But such feelings couldn't be hiding for that long, such feelings couldn't be held back. Both twins find themselves giving in to the desires between them and finds it really hard to change their relationship back to the way it was before. The deed has been done, there was no changing anything. Would Alexia and her brother get to stop the taboo they are already entangled in? Would the lust between them turn to love? Would their dirty secret come out in the open? Read!! Read!! Read!! To get all the answers.

After Samantha lost her twin sister, she blamed their parents. She became a rebel, always going against what they wanted and said until they got tired of her rebellious ways and Sent her to Greystone's Institute for the rich revolutionary and delinquent kids. She met kids like her who were misunderstood and neglected, with a promise not to have anything to do with the other kids. She was always alone doing things to make the other kids detest her until she conversed with another kid. “Why are you telling me this?” I asked, he stood up, and I watched as he towered over my sleeping form; he stretched out his hand to help me up; I took it to you, and he pulled me up “So that you know, you are not alone; whatever the reason came here doesn’t matter; having friends is important. If bunches of misunderstood kids couldn’t even help one another out, who else would help them?” he said and left. And then she discovered that her online crush, who had always professed his 'love' for her despite never meeting, is someone closer than she thought, someone she finds annoying and obnoxious in real life. Lonewolf: a lot of things here and there, but I’ll be online more often now. I heard you missed me EM: You know I would miss you before disappearing. Were you trying to do out of sight, out of mind? Lonewolf: XD did it work, though? EM: nope, haven’t you heard? Lonewolf: that? EM: distance makes the heart fonder Lonewolf: you mean distance makes the heart grow fonder? EM: Yeah that

Season 1: My husband and a lover is a book with well-designed characters and plots, nice narration, and excellent story pace. It takes you on a journey as you read on Venessa, Martin, and Raymond. Martin is her husband while Raymond is her lover. A lot of twists and turns. Dare to read, for the brave hearts.

She placed her faith in a scumbag in her past life, leading to the destruction of her family. After being tormented in an asylum for three years, she was burned to death by the wicked mistress. She's reborn with a heart of hatred and taken back to when it all started. From that day on, the woman that everyone thinks is naive and dumb becomes ruthless and harsh. She's the calculating heiress to a company, a mysterious hacker, and a top star. She stomps all over her scumbag ex and his mistress. Rumor has it that a certain ruthless CEO gets into a flash marriage with a mysterious woman and dotes on her to no end. The online community tries to dig up her identity—all they find is that it's still her!

Lately, buying succubi and incubi online had become all the rage. I could not afford one, so I picked one up from the side of the road instead. It turned out the quality of this incubus left a lot to be desired. Not only did he have a terrible temper, but he showed absolutely no interest in me. He would rather starve than "feed". Left with no other options, I snapped a photo of his incubus mark and sent it to the shop owner, asking how to handle this particular model. The shop owner completely lost it. "Oh my god, please tell me you're joking! That's not an incubus! That's a demon! The most dangerous kind!"

A month before the SATs, I, Jenny Reid, could see my score. Literally. It was just floating right above my head. But there was a catch. Every time I cracked open a prep book, my score would drop by ten points. But if I skipped a day of school? It jumped right back up by ten. So, I played the system. For a whole month, I barely lifted a finger. And on the day of the test, the number glowing over my head was a solid 1560. When the scores finally dropped online… I'd scored a 500. And the 1560? That was my little sister Patricia's score. My parents lost it. As punishment, they got me a grueling night-shift job at a local electronics factory. That first night, a bunch of guys I'd never seen before cornered me in the parking lot and beat me half to death. Fading in and out of consciousness, I heard my sister's voice right by my ear. "You just had to one-up me, didn't you? Thought you were so smart… but you never figured out I was the one controlling that number over your head." The truth hit me like a physical blow. The score had been her trick all along. I opened my eyes—and I was back. One month before the SATs. The number above my head read exactly 1300. "Hey," my sister said, all fake sweetness. "Want to study together tonight? We can go over the practice tests." I looked at the stack of papers in my own hands. Without a word, I pulled out my lighter and set them on fire right there in the driveway. "Exams are coming," I said, watching the flames. "I'm not studying." My score ticked up to 1310. My sister's face was this perfect mask of disappointment, but the second I turned away, I caught the sly smile she couldn't quite hide. She had no idea… the real performance, the one I'd been rehearsing just for her, was finally about to begin.

His smoldering golden gaze struck sparks from hers. “I wanted you the first time I saw you nearly three years ago. Now I want you even more.” “Me too... I've been waiting for this for so long… Three years might seem an eternity sometimes. Touch me, Diego. Please,” she mumbled shakily. “I will, 'cariño'… And I won’t stop. Not until you beg me to.” "Then... Don’t you ever stop…” she whispered urgently, shifting her hips in a restive movement against the sheet, wildly, wickedly conscious of the growing ache at the very heart of her. “Never…” "Is this a promise?" "A certainty." For sexy, mysterious Mexican aristocrat Diego Francisco Martinez del Río, Duque de Altamira, Jacqueline Maxwell was a gypsy, a weirdo living in awful conditions. And she was raising his orphaned baby niece in… a trailer! So unacceptable! Since she wasn’t giving up on little Azura, and his niece was very fond of her aunt, Diego offered to marry Jacqueline and raise the little girl together. Yes, she was poor but she was a real beauty, and with a little help, Jacqueline might become a perfect wife for a Duque. Graceful, beautiful... delightful, even. Jacqueline Maxwell knew Diego and his kind all too well. He was as stunning and charming as the devil himself, but twice as ruthless and heartless. He was just a playboy interested in one thing and one thing only. And it had nothing to do with little Azura. Still, accepting his proposal of a marriage of convenience might be the end to all her worries regarding the little girl left in her care by Alyssa, her sister...