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To save the three most important men in my life, I made a deal with the Moon Goddess. Trade my life for theirs. If I could make any one of them truly love me within five years, I'd get to live. But on the final day of the countdown, all three still had negative feelings toward me. According to the rules, I'd failed. My life was about to be erased. "Moon Goddess, could I send one last message? One final try?" Maybe out of pity, she granted me this last attempt. This message was my final shot. I hit the voice button in our group chat, fighting to keep my voice steady. "Could you guys love me just a little? I'm really going to die." After a moment of silence came their merciless laughter. "You'll do anything to compete with Lidia for attention, won't you?" "Cut the lies. This just makes us hate you more." "If you're so desperate to die, then just do it already." Mission failed. I gave them exactly what they wanted. But when I was about to die, they all freaked out.

“Not so fast, Clarence,” Damon sneered. He yanked my wheelchair toward the balcony, pressing a button that lowered the guardrail into the floor. Now, I was teetering dangerously close to the edge. With one hand gripping the chair, keeping one wheel hanging over empty space, he shoved the divorce papers in my face. “You thought you could run to your mother’s lawyer?” he said, eyes glinting with cruel amusement. “Think again. You’re signing these papers, Clarence, and you’re leaving with nothing.” His smirk widened. “Or… you can join your parents on the other side.” --- Betrayed, crippled, and left penniless, Clarence is discarded for her sister by the man she sacrificed everything for—Damon Ferdinand. But when her ruthless ex-boyfriend, Dr. Julian Blackwood, reappears, he offers her a lifeline and a chance to reclaim what was stolen. With Julian’s power and influence, Clarence rises from the ashes, determined to exact revenge on her ex-husband and deceitful sister. But standing in her way is Kristina, Julian’s possessive fiancée. As old wounds resurface and lines blur between past regrets and new beginnings, Clarence is faced with the ultimate question: Can she truly find love in the arms of the man she once abandoned? Or is she merely playing with fire, risking the same heartbreak that once left her in ruins?

Even though this is my eighth time proposing to Beverly Galvan, she still coldly turns me down again. She says that she isn't ready yet and that she needs more time. Since that's the case, I tell myself I will wait as long as it takes. That's when I see it—her and my brother's marriage certificate, posted for everyone to see on her social media. When I question her about it, she merely says in a calm voice, "Timothy's unwell. He can't get too upset, so you'd better not start anything!" They are wearing wedding rings in that photo, and there is a barely visible bump on her belly. In that moment, the storm within me dissipates. Hitting the like button on the post, I type out a comment. "I wish you both a lifetime of joy. May the two of you grow old together!" A year later, a desperate-looking Beverly shows up in front of me, begging that we get back together. Unfortunately for her, her best friend, who was clearly pregnant, steps in with a smile and pushes her aside. "Give it a rest, will you? My husband already has a wife. We can have kids of our own. There's no need for him to be someone's fallback guy."

It's Thanksgiving, and I'm waiting for Zeke Jones to come home after cooking up an extravagant meal. When Zeke returns, he doesn't even glance at the meal I've prepared for him. Instead, he proceeds to pack a bag. "I can't celebrate Thanksgiving with you this year," he says. I take another bite of my turkey and say nothing. At the stroke of midnight, Zeke's first love posts a new photo on her social media page. In the photo, she's lying on Zeke's back with a bright smile on her face. The moon outside the window is bright. "Happy to spend Thanksgiving with good company," her caption reads. Instead of hysterically questioning Zeke about the post, I just tap on the "like" button without reacting in any way. Zeke calls me. His voice sounds panicked as he tries to explain himself. "Please don't misinterpret the post. I will definitely spend Thanksgiving with you next year…" I freeze for a few moments, letting out a small laugh. I don't offer him a reply. Next time, he says? Oh, Zeke, I'm afraid there won't be a next time.

Lesia has always been maltreated by her foster parents and as if that was not enough, she was sold to a dark Lord who happens to be her mate. Maddox was frustrated to find out that a mere omega was his mate and he proceeded to make a sex slave and kept using sex toys on her. Unable to deal with such disrespect, Amelia fled and collapsed while being chased by rogues. Before she blacked out, she muttered “Mate” ****** "W-what are they?" She eyed them yet again. "Why don't you find out? Pick one." I huskily whispered in her ear. She shot me a worried side glance and pulled her button lip in-between her teeth, reverting her eyes to carefully go through the seven pleasure bringing tools I had laid out. She shakily limped towards the bed, running her fingers over the array of objects. She paused in front of the vibrator and picked it up, looking it over. She turned to me, "t-this one?" "Excellent choice Princess, my personal favorite." I grinned at her. I collected it from her, running my eyes over it, "get on the bed and spread your legs for me. I promise you'll enjoy this as much as I will."

On the day the privileged heiress, Olivia Cruz, and I register our marriage, she leaves me and Mom stranded on a deserted road before running off to her childhood sweetheart, Brad McCoy. Rage triggers Mom's cardiac arrest, so I call Olivia in anxiety, begging her to come back and save Mom. But she just says a cold line before ending the call, "Not this again. Every time I have to step away, your mom suddenly has heart pain. Your family sure knows how to put on a show, huh?" With that, Mom misses her chance at rescue and dies. That night, a mutual friend posts online. "Growing up together is a whole different kind of bond!" The post shows Olivia perched on Brad's lap with his hand resting on her waist. It's the perfect picture of intimacy that leaves little to the imagination. I expressionlessly tap on the like button before typing my comment. "Is this what you meant by 'something important'?" The friend sneers. "Relax, it's just a game of Truth or Dare. I can't believe you're taking it so seriously." Olivia doesn't even bother to explain, but when I walk away without a word, she finally panics.

My brother crossed the wrong man—and now I have to pay the price. He was an idiot who actually believed he could steal four million dollars from a dangerous man that sold intelligence for a living. Instead of losing a hand or an eye, I was drugged and taken from my bed in the dead of night. When I open my eyes, I’m in a cell, and my captor is a beautiful man that doesn’t need to take a woman to get laid. I try to escape—many times—but I quickly realize there’s no escape. Even if my brother comes up with the four million dollars, this man still won’t let me go. He intends to take his revenge in a far more sinister way. With no other choice, I submit to his demands…and enjoy them. I continue to search for an escape plan, but my captor is always one step ahead of me. He implanted a device in my body when I arrived, and all he has to do it hit a button and I’m dead. If I try to escape one more time, he won’t hesitate to use it. So now I’m left with one option—to make him want to let me go. And there’s only one way to do that—by making him fall in love with me.

Natalia has spent her whole life being the invisible twin. While everyone worships her confident, perfect sister Tasha, Natalia is the quiet one—awkward, overlooked, and easy to ignore. That is, until the three most feared boys in school decide she’s finally worth their attention. Cassian. Kade. Karl. Sons of the Alpha. Kings of the school. And Natalia’s worst nightmare. When they get their hands on her private diary, Natalia’s life explodes into public humiliation. Her secrets, her feelings, even her hidden crush are dragged into the open for everyone to laugh at. What should have been a cruel moment that ended quickly becomes something much worse. Because the boys don’t stop. They mock her, corner her, and push every button they can find, watching her reactions with dark amusement. The more Natalia fights back, the more interested they become. What started as bullying slowly twists into something far more complicated—and far more dangerous. Their attention is relentless. Their games are cruel. And somehow, Natalia has become their favorite target. But beneath the humiliation and anger, Natalia begins to sense something unsettling in the way they look at her. Like they’re studying her. Like they’re waiting for something. Because the three boys who love breaking her… Don’t seem willing to let her go.

I had just been discharged from surgery for a collapsed lung when my boyfriend took me to a childhood friend’s birthday party. At the party, he yanked off my ventilator and used it to inflate party balloons. My chest seized violently, as if my lung had been torn open. Justin Miller turned to Sophie Shaw proudly and said, “See? This is so much easier than blowing them up with your mouth.” I gripped the doorframe. I was gasping as my vision blurred. “Justin, I need that to survive! I can’t breathe!” His expression darkened. “Sophie was kind enough to invite you to her birthday party. Know your place! Besides, she put in a lot of effort for this day and spent hours preparing for it. Are you really going to ruin the celebration?” I struggled to speak through the pain. “Is her surprise more important than my life?” I extended a trembling hand toward the ventilator, but Justin waved it aside. He said impatiently, “I already checked. You won’t die from holding your breath for just a moment. Don’t be so selfish!” At that moment, pain stabbed me in the chest, and I used every ounce of my strength to press the emergency call button my brother had given me.

In New York’s underbelly, secrets are currency, and spending them can cost your life. Oliver Blaese is a brilliant British hacker with a talent for blackmail and a magnetic pull toward trouble. When a routine job exposes a powerful politician’s murderous secrets, a single power failure leaves Oliver’s identity exposed. Now he’s the target, and desperately in need of a shield. Kirill Nikolaev runs a club built on chrome, loyalty, and very expensive body counts. Russian. Ruthless. Untouchable. He doesn’t babysit reckless hackers, and he definitely doesn’t let chaos move into his penthouse. But the money is good. The job should be easy. Keep Oliver alive. Eliminate the threat. Except Oliver is all sharp smiles and filthy wit, a chaos monkey who presses every button Kir has. Trapped in the same space, hatred mutates into something hotter. Oil and flame. Threats that sound like foreplay. Stares that feel like impact. Kir understands dominance, violence and control. He does not understand why the golden, sharp-tongued hacker makes him question everything he’s ever believed about himself. As danger closes in and a secret affair ignites, obsession begins to twist into devotion. What starts as hate-fueled heat becomes a dark romance built on chosen loyalty. In a landscape built on secrets and body counts, love isn’t tender. It’s territorial. It’s volatile. And it demands blood in return.