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Maximus Wallace, a billionaire at the age of thirty. He rose from being miserable to being the richest bachelor. At his age he thought where would he leave all his fortune. He's an orphan and he can't stay in a relationship because all the woman he dated was just after his money. So in order to prevent him from marrying a gold digger he just look for a surrogate who will carry his heir/heiress. He put out an advertisement and soon enough lots of women are flooding in front of Wallace Empire Corp. Winona Taylor, an average woman working two to three jobs to make ends meet happened to hear the advertisement of Maximus Wallace wanting a child. She suddenly look at the adorable tiny human that looks so much like him. Surrogate no more because she will bring him his heir.

I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

By day, he’s just another broke guy with worn-out shoes and a charming smile. But behind the façade, Alec Blackwell is a billionaire tycoon—owner of a global empire and a ruthless legal mastermind. Tired of gold diggers and fake affections, Alec disguises himself as an average man, swiping through dating apps in search of something real. No private jets. No designer suits. Just raw chemistry and brutal honesty. Then he meets Zara Lane—a fiercely independent hustler juggling three jobs, a sharp tongue, and zero patience for games. She doesn’t care for his sob stories or smooth talk. She wants respect, not romance. But Alec’s world is built on secrets. And Zara’s life is about to crash straight into a truth more shocking than either of them expected. Because in a game of lies, power, and attraction… Who really holds the upper hand?

A golden knight, who sacrificed his soul to save others, finds himself cursed with a darkness he does not completely understand and under the control of a dark, manipulative man. The kingdom of gold and light was built on lies. And Lux Krepts has become caught in the darkness that is their consequences. Can he be saved? Can he keep the promises he once made? Amelia Vermello was just a girl who loved in a boring village. She did not care about golden cities or battles of good and evil. All she wanted was for her golden night to come home and smile at her like he used to. But instead, her Village is burned to ash by a shadow of the man she once knew. Will she forget about her precious knight? Or will she overlook the darkness that is attempting to consume his soul. More importantly, will the country of Estaban en Terra, be able to survive the armies of the maleficent Villian, or will everything fall into darkness?

Chelsea Evans is drowning. Her mother is critically ill. The bills won’t stop coming. And when her father is fired from his janitor job, everything she’s been fighting for starts to collapse. Then the man from the elevator turns out to be her only chance. Davis Dylan—rich, arrogant, untouchable—offers her a deal she can’t refuse: her father gets his job back… if Chelsea becomes his mistress. No love. No promises. Just a contract. Thrown into Davis’s glamorous world of power, parties, and public possession, Chelsea is labeled a gold digger and treated like “another one.” But the longer she stays, the more dangerous the lines become—between control and desire, hate and attraction, survival and self-destruction. She needed money. He wanted to have fun. Yet love always find a way.

Her fiancé murdered her family and sold her virgin cunt to the highest bidder in the North. Ten million gold, and she’s on her knees, dripping, collared, and gifted to the Devil Alpha himself. Vuk Kael Lasković is seven feet of cruel muscle and demonic cock. He rips her open on the throne-room floor, knot swelling, fangs in her throat, and growls through the ruin: “Fuck!! Look at you taking me raw—what have you done to me, little moon?” He paid to hunt her. He’ll spend the rest of eternity breeding her sloppy, marking every inch of skin, turning the last Lunar princess into his personal, whimpering, cum-soaked queen. She was sold to be used and discarded. She’ll be the filthy little slut who owns the Devil’s soul, one ruined orgasm at a time.

“I have nothing else,” I continued, my voice gaining a desperate strength. “So I offer myself. My loyalty. My.... my body. Whatever you want from me. Just...just help me make them pay. Help me destroy them.” Then, slowly, a smirk touched his lips. It wasn’t a kind smile. It was cold, calculating, and utterly terrifying. It sent a chill down my spine ~ He is no savior, just a cold, calculating rogue with a history of violence and eyes that blaze gold in the shift. She is the Omega who unexpectedly became his fated mate, carrying the weight of murdered kin and a desperate need for vengeance. He offers her the strength she craves, but his methods are brutal, his heart seemingly encased in ice. Amidst the blood and shadows, can fleeting, rare moments of raw connection forge something real, or is a monster forever bound to his nature?

Staying as Asher Campbell’s wife was all May wanted even though at first, the marriage had not been a match made from heaven, more like a match made by her step father who had not arranged her marriage to the billionaire, but sold her off as well. When on their second year anniversary, he asked for a divorce, she was devastated, realizing her husband only saw her as a gold digger who did nothing to add value to the society, and also didn’t respect her. When he offered her a million dollars to sign the divorce papers quietly without making any fuss, she asked for three months to try and get him to fall in love with her. If he did gave her those months, a big if, would she be able to achieve what she wanted so bad to achieve?

I gave Dante Valenti eight years of my life. When I got pregnant by accident, he called off our wedding the night before the ceremony. I rushed to the hotel and found the venue I had spent months decorating transformed into a baptism reception for his illegitimate son. Liliana Moretti wore the reception dress I had chosen. The old Don put a gold chain on her baby and acknowledged him as the heir. Dante had already registered his marriage to her. That day, I made three decisions. I terminated the pregnancy. I booked a one-way ticket out of the country. I swore I would never look back. Months later, he showed up at my door on his knees with a ring. I burned my 800-thousand-dollar wedding gown right in front of him. In the end, he tried to atone with his own death.

When I found out I was pregnant, I immediately went to buy abortion pills. When I decided to take the pills, I could hear my unborn son’s heartbeat. [Mom, please don’t abort me! I can bring you fortune!] [My dad is super rich. He loves simping and chasing women.] [He goes after innocent and strong-willed women. He gives away gifts freely, but the women usually would throw them away. I know where these thrown away gifts are!] I thought I must be crazy. I hurriedly swallowed the pills and drank water. [Several hundred grams of gold! The latest handphone! Tens of millions of jewelry! What’s more…] I gagged and spat out the pills into the trashbin next to my feet. “Where are they? Tell me now!"