The Dig

My roommate branded herself as an influencer against beauty standards, vowing to free girls from appearance anxiety. Strangely, whenever she stayed up late partying and broke out in pimples, they would appear on my face instead. When she fooled around and caught an infection, the rashes spread across my body. The more radiant she became, the more monstrous I looked. People recoiled from me. Friends cut me off. My own boyfriend, before a crowd, told me I should just die. Then my roommate got pregnant, yet it was my stomach that swelled like I was eight months along, scarred with terrifying stretch marks. She, meanwhile, looked more flawless than ever, appearing barefaced on camera to encourage girls not to fear their looks. I knew something was not right. When I tried to dig for answers, my roommate and boyfriend trapped me in a basement. They tortured me until I died. Only then did I learn the truth. He owned a cursed amulet that shifted all her pain onto me. The moment I opened my eyes, I was back on our first day of college together. This time, the game is mine. I'll make sure they pay.

“I don't want an interview Mr Cross. I want you exposed.” Lexi Carter is a struggling journalist working for The Daily Buzz, a bottom-tier tabloid that survives on celebrity scandals. Her job is to stalk the rich and famous, dig up dirt and sell their secrets to the highest bidder. But when she’s assigned to trail Lucian Cross, the notoriously private and devastatingly gorgeous CEO of Cross Media Entertainment, she meets her match. Lucian is used to people wanting a piece of him for his money, his power, or his fame, but when he catches Lexi sneaking around him again and again, he’s intrigued. Instead of having her arrested, he offers her a deal: “Write flattering pieces about me, and I will give you exclusive access to my world.” Lexi hates him. His arrogance, his smirk, the way he controls everything. But she agrees because she needs the paycheck. Now, she’s torn between destroying him or saving him, and worse, she’s falling for the man she was supposed to ruin! Will she betray him by releasing his darkest secret and save her father? Or risk everything for the man who stole her heart? Find out more in the story!

Sofia Vez lives a life filled with insults, mockery and constant pressure from her parents to keep her wolf hidden.They claim she is the weakest wolf known to their kind.One that would be thrown away or worse, killed if the truth is out.Sofia does everything in her power to obey her parents but the night of Blood moon takes a shift in her small happy world.Her boyfriend Anthony, who claimed to be her mate turns out to be in someone else's fate. Heartbroken and disappointed, driven by pain, Sofia decides to end her life but that very night she bumps into a stranger. He is no stranger but Alpha blood from the Dark Shadow Pack.Carlos DeLuca, smart, strikingly handsome, ripped with muscles.Thrives on power and with a hint of darkness, he is feared by most yet a sight to behold. A small misunderstanding and Sofia finds herself entangled with Carlos in his study room. “I don't do young women” He claims yet his actions speaks the otherwise.He is unable to keep his hands off Sofia, the girl that tortures him in his sleep and thoughts. As their attraction overpowers all the morals, truth unveils itself, doing lot worse damage they could take. Everything is at stake, and they must find a solution. Dig in the chapters to know what happens to Sofia and Carlos. Are they mates? Will they fall in love or ruin each other in the process?

George Hemsworth and Shrey Khatri were a happily married couple blessed with five years old twins Luke and Kendall, One blissful afternoon, they decided to go for a car ride when suddenly George's car abruptly halted its progress, slinging Luke, who was comfortably sitting on his momma's lap, and Shrey against the center console with bone-jarring force, hit her head she lost her consciousness but was able to save his son. On the other hand, Kendall, who was sitting back seat, was struck by the driver's seat, which jolted her forward and backward When George and Shrey gained consciousness, they anxiously searched for their daughter everywhere but couldn't find out. Due to her daughter's loss, Shrey gets mentally disturbed and loses her memory As a result of amnesia, she considers herself as eighteen-years-old, Louis lambert's girlfriend who used to work in George's one of the companies but was kicked out for doing some fraudulent scheme in the company, to find out how George is going to make his former secretary and beloved wife remember him and will they be able to find their daughter and protect her from the kidnaper and perpetrator of the accident for these; let's dig into George Hemsworth's romantic and ecstatic world, who is "bound of remembrance" of his wife.

On my wedding day, I learned love was just another business transaction. For five years, I was the invisible backbone of my family’s empire: cleaning their scandals, growing their wealth, and earning a wedding meant to secure our legacy. Instead, my sister collapsed at the altar and revealed she was pregnant with my fiancé’s child. Before the cameras, he chose her; my parents chose the stock market, and my father disowned me on the spot. Twenty-four hours and one drunken mistake later, I woke up in the penthouse of Dominic Adams, the billionaire known as the Butcher of Wall Street. He offered me everything they took from me: power, protection, and revenge. All I had to do was say “I do.” Revenge was supposed to be simple. Until I started falling for the devil who bought it for me. But Dominic didn’t choose me by accident. The deeper I dig into his obsession with my family, the more I realize this marriage isn’t just about vengeance. It’s about war. Now I must decide: Save myself… Break the devil who owns my heart… Or stand beside the only man who has ever seen my worth and burn my world to ashes?

She was sent to take down the devil, but he turned her into his addiction. Reina Vale is a nurse haunted by a brutal past…fleeing the men who shattered her, burying the rage that still burns. Framed for murder, the police dangle one escape: slip inside Cassian Morelli’s fortress as his live-in nurse and dig up the dirt on the mafia king flooding the streets with poison. The mission seemed easy. He’s confined to a wheelchair after an attack. The perfect mission to clear her name. Or so she believes. One step through his door and his gaze pins her…predator to prey. That wheelchair? A cruel deception. Cassian isn’t broken…he’s a hunter lying in wait, and Reina just walked straight into his cage. She came to destroy him, but he’s hell-bent on owning her. Reina Vale strode in on steady legs. Now, after his scorching nights, her thighs tremble so violently she can’t cross a single hallway without his strong arm locked around her waist. Caught in a web of lies, obsession, and deadly desire, Reina has two choices…run from the monster hunting her… or let him consume her whole.

Julian Ziegler betrays his and Willow Harper's four-year marriage. He pursues his true love like mad, wanting to make up for the regrets he experienced in his youth. Willow loves him deeply and tries her best to win him back. However, he wraps an arm around his true love and mocks her. "You're the furthest thing from a woman I've ever seen, Willow! I can't even get it up when I look at your icy face!" Willow's heart dies at his words. She no longer clings to him and leaves, not wanting to embarrass herself further. … Julian doesn't recognize Willow when they meet again. She sheds her strong, domineering façade, revealing a softer, more affectionate side. Countless big shots pursue her—even the most powerful man in the city smiles only for her. Julian loses his mind! He loiters outside her door every night, giving her checks and expensive jewelry. If possible, he would dig out his heart for her. When others are curious about their relationship, Willow merely smiles indifferently. "Mr. Ziegler is just a passing chapter in the book of my life."

I was on a business trip out of town when I got a text from my neighbor. [Can you and your husband keep it down? Also, one of your undies fell onto my balcony.] Shocked, I opened the photo she had sent. The underwear wasn't even my style, but it matched the one I'd seen in my husband's online shopping cart. He'd told me it was a gift for me, but I remember noticing the size—it was one size larger than mine. When confronted with the neighbor's message, my husband swore that the house must've been broken into and claimed the intruder left the item behind. But something about his story didn't sit right, so I decided to dig further. That was when I stumbled upon his social media. His latest post was just three words. [I bought this.] It was paired with a photo of a lingerie gift set. Beneath it, there was a comment. [I'm wearing it.] Attached was a picture of a woman's legs—and the unmistakable background of my living room. The evidence was undeniable. I packed up the underwear and brought it straight to the police. "My husband says our house was broken into. This was left behind by the intruder, and it might have DNA on it."

It is the third year of my marriage when the video of my bodyguard, Julian Sutherland, holding an umbrella over me in a downpour goes viral. Overnight, the internet becomes obsessed with the "Icy Protector and his Forbidden Heiress." Netizens are relentless; they dig through the archives until they unearth a ten-year-old clip. In the video, a girl was holding a pair of high-heeled shoes while sprinting through the Folander airport. My friend teased, "No way, Ms. Serina Brown. Are you really flying back home to confess to that poor man? What could you possibly see in him?" The camera shakes, capturing my youthful face. I was just a reckless 20-year-old. "I love Julian. I love everything about him." That night, after seeing the video, Julian loses his composure and bursts into my room. "I didn't know you loved me back then. I thought… I thought… God, it was never supposed to end like this." I pull my coat around me and stand rooted on the spot, remaining silent. Suddenly, a mocking laugh echoes from behind me. Someone places their hand firmly on my waist and says, "Are you trying to reminisce about your love with my wife right in front of me? Do I look dead to you?"

On the day Tristan Spallone, the head of a mafia family, and I mark our fifth wedding anniversary, the manager of the Spallone family vault calls. Something that was stored away for a long time has finally come due, and Tristan is to retrieve it. He's so busy that he barely has a moment to breathe, so I go in his place. What I bring back is an old roll of film. The manager warned me that if it wasn’t developed soon, its age might cause it to be ruined beyond recovery. But when I have them developed, frame after frame is filled with Winnie Leigh, his first love. Her smile looks so sweet in those pictures that they nearly suffocate me. What about me, one may ask? I never once appeared on his albums. The office door slams open. Tristan bursts in, already out of breath. "Anna, is your life really so empty that you have to dig through mine?" I turn toward him, the man who's usually so composed. I neither question him nor break down. Instead, I speak slowly. "We're getting a divorce." Tristan frowns and thrusts the stack of photos into the shredder. He then looks back at me. "They're gone. Do you still want a divorce?" A bitter smile tugs at my lips. "Yes."