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The richest woman in all of Jezelworth, Abby Davidson, was determined to marry my brother, Wallace Bourn. Everyone called Abby the "Black Widow", a cold-hearted woman who would do anything to get what she wanted. Anyone who married her was doomed to meet a tragic end. Wallace turned pale with fear, but I pulled him aside and said quietly, "I'll marry her in your place. But you have to stay in the countryside and guard my father's safe under his grave for three years. You can't open it before then." He thought the safe held a massive fortune. Grinning like a fool, he agreed without hesitation. Watching his greedy face, I couldn't help but laugh coldly inside. He'd better be ready for this. I couldn't wait to see if he could manage the "surprise" he'd find inside!

“I, Alpha Aaron Cobalt of the South Marsh Pack, banish you, Omega Lillah Cora Straite, from the South Marsh Pack. In the name of the Goddess, I sever all your bonds to the pack and the packland.” Alpha Aaron felt the bond snap. It angered him to have to hand over any of his pack. Lillah was nothing special, just a basic Omega but she was his. *** Long ago the wolf packs went to war with the dragons. The dragons tried for peace but in their kindness the population was decimated. Realising that they had no choice the dragons fought back. When they won they forced a treaty upon the wolf packs where by each pack had to provide an Omega every decade for breeding. Lillah is one such Omega. She puts on a brave face when her Alpha breaks the pack bonds and hands her over to be a breeder for the Alpha Dragon King but while she quietly embraces her fate she will soon learn that not all is as it seems...

Alice possesses vivid recollections of her previous past lives, each one tragically killed by the same man—a vampire she made an unbreakable vow to eliminate before he could harm her in her current life. She became a hunter for the sole objective of eradicating him, but things didn't come exactly as she planned. Elijah, once a mortal, was transformed into a vampire after his soul was stolen. Fueled by anger of what he had become, he embarks on a relentless pursuit to fulfill his mission: to kill the monster that stole his soul that promised to restore it after he succeeds in ending her life for the twentieth time. His only goal was to die as a human, and after enduring a millennium of bloodlust, guilt, and regrets, he finally encountered the last incarnation he needed to kill in order to regain his humanity and quietly pass on. But why couldn't he bring himself to kill her?

Five years ago, Gary Cooper proposed to me 99 times just to marry me. Five years later, to cheer up the secretary he adored, he handed me 99 divorce papers. "Relax. I'm not actually divorcing you. I'm just humoring her. Just pretend like you always do. There's no need to sign." When Gary said it, he was even smiling. As for me, the heartbreak I once felt had long since faded. Now, there was barely a ripple left. I suddenly remembered what day it was and asked quietly, "Will you be home for dinner tonight?" He paused for a moment, then casually shook his head. "Probably not. Today's kind of special. I don't want her to get jealous." I nodded and watched him walk out the door. Then, I picked up a pen and carefully signed my name on the 99th divorce agreement.

The day I agree to marry James Hunt, he is eager to announce our love to the whole world. Later, when I get pregnant, he even acquires a hospital so that I can rest easy and focus on the baby. But during a checkup in my sixth month, I overhear a chilling conversation. "Mr. Hunt, the baby's developing well, but it's too large. The delivery could put the mother's life at risk." James only laughs, cold and unbothered. "So what if she dies? I only married her to give me children." The smile on my face freezes, and it feels like I have been plunged into ice. His next words cut me even deeper. "She pushed Natasha into the water, and now Natasha can never have children. This is nothing but her retribution." The perfect happiness I think I have is nothing more than a lie. So, I quietly register at another hospital and schedule an abortion. James, I hope you live to regret this.

Nia’s world shatters in a single night of betrayal. Drugged and manipulated by her best friend, she wakes up in the arms of a stranger. Her marriage of two years crumbles as her husband, Caleb, casts her out in public shame. With nowhere to go, she’s approached by the enigmatic billionaire Damien Aldridge, who offers her a chance at revenge and redemption. Their secret marriage blooms quietly, surrounded only by Damien’s family, who soon accept Nia as their own. As Damien’s kindness heals her wounds, their bond grows into a fierce, undeniable passion. Together, they face the venom of her past — a best friend who won’t stop scheming and an ex-husband consumed by regret. In a lavish showdown, Damien reveals the truth: Nia was framed all along. With her enemies exposed and their power stripped away, Nia finds freedom at last. In Damien’s arms, she discovers a love worth fighting for — a new chapter that promises healing, passion, and the sweet taste of victory.

Everyone in the city knows Lena Moore award-winning investigative journalist, fearless, sharp-tongued, and impossible to intimidate. She’s built a career exposing powerful men and tearing down corrupt empires. What she doesn’t know is that the quiet man she keeps running into at her neighborhood café Eli Carter, the one who listens more than he talks, who fixes broken chairs for free and always smells faintly of ink and rain is one of those men. Eli isn’t just rich. He’s the silent owner of multiple companies, operating behind shell boards and faceless executives after his family was destroyed by public attention years ago. He chose anonymity over dominance. Their connection grows slowly. Conversations about ethics, loneliness, and truth. Late-night walks. Shared silences. Real intimacy. Then Lena is assigned a career-defining investigation. She’s hunting a mysterious billionaire whose companies are quietly reshaping the country. She’s hunting him.

"Let's get divorced." Layla said quietly but firmly. She couldn't take it anymore. Her marriage with Nate has been a facade, constructed solely to fulfill her father's dying wish. Even though Layla used to think she could his heart through time, she finally gave it up seeing his ex-girlfriend coming back. She should be the one to stand beside Nate. After all, she has always been the one in his heart. That's why Nate never laid his hand on her throughout their entire marriage, wasn't it? Layla was a girl with dignity. If Nate didn't show any interest in her, she didn't want to be the wrong person to occupy him, even if it hurt to let go. However, why didn't Nate just accept it and move on? Seeing the divorce paper, he said to Layla coldly, "as long as the paper is not signed, you are still my wife and no other man can lay his hands on you."

The year my boyfriend is dead broke, I leave him. Later, he becomes a mafia boss and uses every means at his disposal to marry me. Everyone says that I am the first love he can never forget, the wife he cares about the most. However, he then starts bringing home a different woman every night, making me a laughingstock. Still, I don't cry or make a fuss. I quietly stay in my own room, never interrupting his affairs. Elton Carter is furious. He pins me beneath him, kisses me harshly, and growls, "Aren't you jealous?" He has no idea that I'm gravely ill. He could buy half the city with violence, threats, and money. He could buy my freedom, my marriage… and each night bring a different woman home, oblivious to the truth. Little does he know, I have just seven days left to live.

From a stall in the office restroom, I overhear someone badmouthing me. Henry Fielder, the intern I've been mentoring for three months, grumbles, "The guy's got zero people skills. He's a total fossil, like a robot stuck in one mode." I'm about to push the door open and jump in when someone laughs and piles on. "The paperwork is incomplete. The receipts aren't compliant. I can't reimburse it without a manager's signature. We could recite his canned empathy lines in our sleep!" Once they're gone, I quietly head back to my office. Later, Henry drops a thick stack of expense reports onto my desk. "Quit waving the rulebook and rejecting everyone's reimbursements." I skim the fake receipts, and for once, I don't call him out. Instead, I give a thin smile and say, "I have a headache. I can't make out the words."