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“You fucking bitch, I told you to stay here, and I will think about what I can do for you to not assassinate you, but you're just being a bitch” He yelled and turn my back like always I did whenever I was punished by a stick. "Bitch” He yelled throwing stick after stick, I felt my body turn numb getting to continue beating. “This time I won't let it go easily” He yelled, tearing my cloth. My body jerked back, his cold hand roamed my back. “I teach you today what happens when you just disobey my single command,” He said, turning me, removing a thin cloth from my body. "No, Liam" I screamed. “Why, It was always meant to be mine. Right?” His face had an evil smirk on. “Please no, Liam. Not like that…” I whispered, hugging myself with my hand hiding my naked self from his burning eyes. “No Amber… This will only happen like this, You fucking bitch tried to deceive me” He said, taking a fistful of my hair with enough grip to make me cry. “I won't do that again, Promise,” I said showing him my pinky finger like always we seal our promise. “Amber…” He sighed, like controlling himself. “Promise…” He said, taking my pinky finger with his finger. “This time promise will be sealed with my way baby” He smirked, bending my pinky finger. His eyes were like some beast that just want to hurt someone so badly. Author Note : This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Update on weekends

He was an infamous, cold hearted business magnate while she was the beloved first daughter of an almost bankrupt family. To redeem her family back to thier former glory, she had to get married to a man she wasn't familiar with for two years. After all, it was just a marriage to save her family from bankruptcy, so she decided to risk it. At the altar, she was shocked by the person she was getting married to. But unfortunately, on their wedding night he disappeared and never showed up until.........

“Don't send me away! I promise to do whatever you want. Don't just send me back!" Desperate Candy pleaded with the man she knows nothing about. He slowly turns to look at her, his gaze piercing as ever, sending a chill down her spine. Stepping closer, he reached her chin and raised it to make her meet his eyes, using his index finger. "Little woman, accepting to be my wife means I'll own you and there's no turning back. You seems too fragile to be in my hell," He warned. With nervousness kicking in, she took a deep breath. She'd rather face his hell than stuck in the misery her stepmother had prepared for her. "Yes. I want to be your wife. In return you'll have to protect me from my step mother," She boldly declared prompting the man's lips to curl up into a devilish smile. His gaze settled on her slightly exposed cleavage, and lust filled them. "Strip" He ordered. ___ A deal... With the Billionaire devil... Will Candy ever regret her decision? What happens when enemies, dark secrets and unexpected emotions threatened to tear them apart?

With the excuse of wanting to move on, Ivan Kurt was forced to get married to an unknown woman. She was pretty, her voice was as sweet as the voice of an angel, she had a nice body, but was that enough to get married to someone? Though he had a strong feeling that he wasn't making the right choice, he went on to do this. After all, some day, he may end up liking the stranger. Wait, why would a lady randomly accept Ivan's proposal? Yes, he was rich. But, instead of creating an eternal bond like marriage, why did she not decide to be his mistress? By the way, even if he ended up loving her, did that make him know her well enough? Her name was Rae Tyrone. But the government said she didn't exist. Was she a witch, or a woman from another world? Who was the real person behind those beautiful brown eyes? Where did she come from? What did she want from him? To Ivan, the question remains, "Who is my wife?" Read to know more!

Morgan Blair Nashira Elphaba is simply someone who doesn't bow down to anyone. She don't know any boundaries. She needs no rule because she's the rule. She's an Alpha woman herself. She don't need no man. Why? Because she hates men to the core. She can't even last a second being with a man. More so, living with a man! But why the hell is the Alpha of Morgenstern Pack, Theron Fergus Ezekiel Morgenstern, is following her everywhere she goes like a stupid dog?! Well, he's a dog. He can be a dog anytime. That's what she thinks, and she's not liking every bit of it. She heard that, that Morgenstern dog is someone who's ruthless. Incapable of feeling pity. He's a devil and doesn't bow down to anyone too! But she's confused. She's confused as to why the dog is so confident and is willing to kneel his knees for her! He's gentle towards her. Completely opposite of what other stupid says! And she even keeps on hearing the word 'Mine' from his mouth! To say that she's irritated is an understatement! She's feeling more than that! How is she going to deal with the stupid dog when everytime that he comes near her, her horns are slowly growing too?! She can even imagine herself having a pitchfork, transforming as a devil, replacing Lucifer from his place! Is it just anger? Or there's something spicier that's going on too?

She once called him her husband. Now, she calls him a devil. After catching her husband in his ex’s house one too many times, she walked away, pregnant, broken, and done. Four years later, fate laughs when she runs into him again more powerful, colder, and dangerously obsessed. He wants her back, but not for love. For revenge. For reasons buried beneath his arrogance and her silence. But as she fights the pull between hate and desire, she learns something terrifying. The devil she runs into might not be the same man she divorced. He’s darker, hungrier… and this time, he’s not letting her go.

I made a mistake that could ruin me. I fell for a man I should’ve feared. At sixteen, I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Gianni Rossetti. My best friend’s father. A ruthless billionaire. A cold-blooded villain. A man twice my age, who could destroy me with a single look. For years, I was nothing to him—a silly girl with a foolish crush. But I couldn’t forget those icy blue eyes, the way his presence made the world feel small and dangerous. By the time I was twenty-one, I knew I should’ve walked away, left my fantasies behind. But then, one night, Gianni noticed me. And my world turned upside down. He didn’t just see me—he ‘claimed’ me. Every forbidden fantasy I’d ever had, he brought to life. He touched me, possessed me, made me feel things that shattered everything I thought I knew. With him, I wasn’t just a woman; I was ‘his’. But the deeper I fall, the darker it gets. Gianni’s world is filled with secrets, shadows that whisper of violence and betrayal. His past is more than just a dark history—it’s a deadly curse that threatens to consume us both. I knew he was dangerous, but I never imagined this. Now I’m trapped, caught in a web of desire and deceit, and the deeper I go, the harder it is to find my way out. But the worst part? I’m not sure I want to escape. Not if it means losing him.

Fiona Thornwood never wanted a mate, especially not Logan Blackridge, the ruthless and dangerous Alpha of a rival pack but when her uncle makes a deal to force them together, Fiona is thrown into a life she never asked for. Logan is powerful, feared and hiding a dark past. Fiona is strong, stubborn and refuses to be controlled. They can’t stand each other but the mate bond won’t let them walk away. As danger grows and a prophecy connects their fates, Fiona and logan must decide: fight each other or fight side by side to win their rival packs. Can hate turn into something more or will their bond tear them and their world apart. Let's unravel this tale of rejection, powers between burning emotions they both can't resist.

I'm Lilith. My biggest trauma used to be my dad forgetting to book my Santorini villa, I know, the absolute horror of it all. I had the Porsche, the diamonds, the designer wardrobe that took up two whole rooms, and Jax, the perfect boyfriend who looked at me like I hung the moon. I thought I was the main character. Plot twist? I was wrong. Turns out I wasn't being raised as the Alpha's darling. I was being fattened up for slaughter. My parents didn't love me, they were just my wardens, keeping me soft and pretty and completely clueless. And that Gala everyone kept whispering about? Not my debutante ball. An auction. I got sold to the Triad like a piece of art, like a handbag, like I was something to own. The Triad. Three terrifying, bloodthirsty Alphas who make the monsters under your bed look like stuffed animals. They need me for some twisted prophecy I never signed up for, and they don't care what I want. Obviously. And the cherry on top of this hot-mess express? Jax held the door open for them. My perfect boyfriend counted his money while they dragged me away. They think they can break the spoiled princess. They think I'm just a "Spawn of Lilith" meant to be served on a silver platter. Soft and sweet and easy to swallow. Here's what they don't get. When you take away a girl's credit cards, her freedom, her whole damn life? The monster underneath is way more expensive to deal with than a few Birkins ever were.

“Who the hell typed this contract, Liam? I see typos.” “What typos? I wrote every damn word myself.” “Then you must’ve been typing while Evelyn was suck–” “Shut the fvck up, Olivia! Just sign it, or forget about ever seeing my babies again.” “They’re my babies too, you asshole! Would you sign if some psycho shoved this shitty contract in your face?” “Then don’t sign. Your loss. Get the fvck out of my office. Call me only after you sign, or you’ll regret it.” --- I thought giving birth would be the happiest day of my life. Instead, it became the day my whole world shattered. While I was still weak and bleeding in that hospital bed, my husband walked in… not with flowers, not with comfort, but with a hard blow to my stitches. That devil set a trap far worse than our marriage itself. And no matter how much I hated him… a part of me still burned whenever he touched me. Was this love, madness, or the devil’s contract I could never escape?