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I was the perfect wife to billionaire tycoon, Lanc Arcony, until his cruelty knew no bounds. My husband, the richest man of his generation, thought he could replace me. He thought his money could erase his sins. He was a fool. Now, the woman he knew is gone, replaced by a stranger with a smile sharp enough to cut glass and a plan to match. I am a calculated risk, a seductive threat stitched into the fabric of his existence. He just doesn't realize how my every action is planned, each of word a weapon, and that everything is at stake—his company, his reputation, and his new life. But when the line between my actions and my wounded heart begins to blur, will I be the one to destroy him, or will his dark temptation consume me once more?

I wake up to a noise outside my room, my eyes widen to see my parents on their knees on the floor and a very tall man with a gun to his head. My dad had a pained expression on his face, he turns his face to the top of the stairs where our eyes meet. He quickly gave a smirk, it made me shiver. '' There!! '' My dad points at me making the man look at me. ''He can be the payment for your boss. He what? But there wasn't even time to think straight, the man grabbed my wrist and dragged me away. I look at my parents who smile, soon tears formed in my eyes. They... Are they selling me? I'm being sold to men I've never seen.

Will grew up in a reality where men were not allowed to cry, express their feelings, or do anything that was considered too feminine. The son of a wealthy Thai family, he was raised to be his father's successor in business, but Will wanted to go beyond that, and became an actor. Everything in his quiet world was fine, until he was invited to act in a Boyslove series, alongside Nate, the guy with the intimidating eyes. Nate wasn't very sociable, always very quiet, didn't like much physical contact, and wasn't romantic at all, all this before he met Will, the boy who made him smile and made his day happier. Wil and Nate's world is no longer the same, everything they believed in has disappeared, and now fiction seems to invade reality, feelings are not only those of their characters, and they can no longer disguise what they feel...

Eliah Calder, jeune étudiante accusée d’un crime qu’elle n’a pas commis, est internée dans un lieu hors du monde : Eden Noir, un institut psychiatrique secret, conçu pour des "patients sans remède". Mais derrière les murs, rien ne ressemble à un hôpital. C’est un laboratoire. Une prison blanche. Un théâtre de contrôle mental. Et surtout, il y a Caïn Morgenstern, directeur charismatique, glaçant, manipulateur de génie. Il ne soigne pas : il expérimente. Il dissèque l’âme humaine. Et Eliah devient son sujet favori. Sa faiblesse. Son terrain de jeu. Sauf qu’elle refuse de plier. Ce qui devait être une descente… devient une guerre. Entre deux esprits. Deux corps. Deux monstres en miroir. Entre manipulation et attraction, douleur et dépendance, Eliah va comprendre qu’elle n’a jamais été choisie au hasard. Elle est le cœur d’un projet plus vaste. Et Caïn, peut-être, ne l’a jamais vraiment possédée.

Just 8 years ago she had packed up the only life she knew and run away. Away from the clutches of her small town life. Now she is forced to go back to that pathetic place. She cursed under her breath as she got off at the railway station. She was back, the realization had finally hit her, her eyes moistened and her cheeks flushed. But she told herself that it was because of the cold wind. She won't cry, not now, or all she had done would be for nothing. She picked her bags, clutched their handles tightly and walked out of the railway station towards the parking spot. Mason was waiting for her there, the only person she still talks to from her hometown. He rushed upto her, took her bags, placed them in trunk and opened the car door for Cornelia. Once they both were settled and warm inside the car, he finally asked her, "How are u Cornelia?" This question sort of opened her tear doors, she started sobbing trying her best not to cry. ......................... A series of unfortunate events have pushed Cornelia Von back to her hometown. A place she willfully despises!! But there is an interesting new comer waiting for her in this town :)

La veille du mariage, l'amie d'enfance de mon fiancé m'a percutée et j'ai eu une hémorragie grave, ma vie a été mise en danger. Ma meilleure amie lui a téléphoné, mais mon fiancé n'a pas répondu. Il a seulement laissé un message. « Élise a attrapé un rhume, je n'ai pas le temps. » Mon amie a ensuite appelé son petit ami, un acteur très influent. Mais il a dit : « Élise est malade, c'est à ce moment-là qu'elle a le plus besoin de moi. » Après avoir été opérée et réanimée toute la nuit. Nous nous sommes regardées dans la chambre d'hôpital et avons dit d'une seule voix : « Je ne veux plus me marier. » Mais nous ne nous sommes pas attendues à ça : Quand les deux hommes ont reçu l'annonce de l'annulation du mariage, ils ont complètement perdu la tête.

Carine Durant est mariée depuis trois ans. À ses yeux, ce mariage ne concernait ni la réputation, ni la gloire. Elle s’est mariée avec Alain parce qu’elle l’aimait. Après le divorce, elle est devenue la risée de toute la ville. Dans le Bureau des affaires civiles, le couple s'est retrouvé face à face. Alain Boucher restait indifférent : « Prends ton indemnité de divorce et disparais devant moi. Ne pense plus à te remarier avec moi ! » Carine a mis ses lunettes de soleil, avec un sourire léger, elle a répondu : « Certainement ! Je ne me remarierai jamais avec toi. » N’est-ce pas génial d'être une femme riche et célibataire ? Plus tard, elle a mené une carrière brillante, elle a en même temps de milliers d’admirateurs. Elle a hérité d'une fortune de cent milliards de dollars. Un soir, elle a soudain reçu un appel téléphonique. « Carine. » « Qui êtes-vous ? » « ... »

Ayu tak bisa menolak sebuah perjanjian antara sahabat dan suaminya. "Jadilah istri cadangan untuk suami, Ayu." pinta Desi dengan berderai air mata. Ayu tak habis pikir, atas permintaan sahabatnya ini, pasalnya, karena sakitnya, dirinya tak bisa memenuhi kewajibannya sebagai istri. Karena Ayu membutuhkan banyak modal. Ayu pun setuju, toh nyatanya, dirinya pun hanyalah seorang janda. Namun, bukanya ada rasa sakit, Desi justru mengijinkan Ayu untuk mencintai suaminya! "Gila, kamu Des! it- u, suamimu. dan aku bukan pelakor." "Aku ikhlas, bila kau betul pelakor suamiku, Ayu." Apa sebenarnya ada dalam pikiran seorang Desi? karena cintanya terlalu besar pada Prasetyo, suaminya. Sayangnya, Desi tak bisa memberikan kebahagian itu, penyakit pada organ intimnya tak bisa memuaskan suaminya, bila setelah berhubungan pasti Desi mengalami pendarahan hebat. Karena sakitnya itu, Desi tak bisa mendapatkan keturunan. Mengetahui, Ayu sudah menjadi janda, dirinya segera membuat perjanjian itu yang juga disetujui suaminya, alasannya dari pada dirinya nglonte. waktupun berlalu,dalam keharmonisan rumah tangga bak beristri dua yang rukun dan harmonis. Ayu hamil! Bagaimana kelanjutannya?

I hadn't seen my mafia husband, Luca Moretti, and our daughter Dora in three whole months. Why? Because his mother, Fiona, said Dora should stay with her "for a while." And Luca? He was "too busy with business," as always. So when Luca finally called and said he was going to pick me up for a family reunion at the villa, I was overjoyed. I thought maybe, just maybe, I'd finally get to hold my little girl again. I spent the whole damn day running around the city, buying her favorite dolls, snacks, a new pink dress, anything I thought would make her smile at me again. But when the car arrived, it wasn't what I imagined. Before I could even say Hi, Dora turned her head, took one look at me… and then wrapped her arms even tighter around Maria, the maid. She buried her face in Maria's neck like I wasn't even there. Like Maria was her mom. I tried to approach her, but Dora straight-up told me she didn't want to ride in the same car as me. And Maria, wearing that fake, polite smile, kept trying to gently talk me into giving Dora "a little more time." I looked over at Luca, hoping he'd step in. Instead, he just looked annoyed, like he couldn't be bothered to lift a finger to help fix things between me and our daughter. Clearly, they didn't want me there. So what was the point of trying to join the ride? I stepped back from the SUV. Then Luca just turned to me and said, "Just wait here. I won't be long." What he'll never understand is… I'm done waiting for him.

Two souls, forged in suffering, would collide in a dance of darkness and desire, testing the limits of love and redemption. Their paths meet when Asher's sister becomes the target of a predator, and Kaidën sees an opportunity for justice. As they navigate their dark worlds, they must confront the demons that haunt them. Will Asher's desire for protection and Kaidën's quest for vengeance spark a twisted romance, or will their shattered reflections destroy them? *** “You killed my mother.” Asher's voice trembled with fury. Kaidën's smile was cold, almost mirthful. “Who gave your sister to her husband who sold her to pay off his debts.” “I watched you murder her in cold blood!” Asher’s fists clenched around the gun he held pointed at the killer, memories of that night flooding back. Kaidën leaned closer, a sinister smile creeping onto his face. "I remember begging you to look away. But you didn’t. Did you enjoy it, Asher? Watching the woman who shattered your world writhe in agony? Or would you prefer to keep that little secret buried deep? Ah, but don’t answer that. Come, help me gather the pieces of your father's remains. It’s time to tidy up this little mess." Asher’s eyes widened in horror, realization crashing over him like a wave. All this time, he had been unaware that he was not only a witness to his father’s murder, but had watched it unfold until the very end, just like he had done that night when he watched his mother’s murder. Nodding, he picked up the severed hand of his father—the same hand that had beaten and broken him until his skin grew numb to pain. ‘Oh, sweet Emily, if only you could see our father now. How the mighty have fallen.’