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One drunken mistake, one signed contract. And now, Noelle has to spend one year in the billionaire’s bed. Noelle's world comes crumbling when she walks into her boyfriend of three years fucking her best friend. Betrayed by her ex and suffocated by her parents’ demands, she takes her mother's advice , a blind date with a match she found on a dating app. Noelle walked into a bar looking for revenge, what she found instead was Damian Blackwood: sin in a tailored suit, the man every tabloid loved to hate. A night of whiskey and bad decisions ended with neon lights, a priest’s collar, and a marriage certificate she doesn’t remember signing. Now, she’s Mrs. Blackwood,and the billionaire isn’t letting her walk away. Damian offers her everything she thought she wanted: freedom from her family, payback against her ex, and more money than she’s ever dreamed of. But in exchange, he wants a polished wife on his arm,and a submissive partner in his bed. Noelle thought she was making a deal. Instead, she signed herself into his world of power, pleasure, and rules she never knew existed. And the fine print? It might ruin her, or awaken a desire she can’t escape.

Anastasia's perfect marriage shattered on a snowy winter day when she caught her husband making love with her cousin. Kicked out with papers that proved her marriage was never legal, and on the verge of losing her business, a bakery passed on to her by her mother, she felt utterly broken. When Leon Hart, the cold billionaire rival from her college days and the man she once rejected, walked into her bakery, she didn't expect mercy. Instead, he offered a deal. Pretend to be his fiancée for Christmas, and he would clear her debts and save her bakery. But what Anastasia doesn’t know is that the contract she signs is a trap, filled with devastating fine print and fueled by Leon’s hidden agenda. As fake feelings turn dangerously real, dark truths come to light, including Leon’s shocking connection to the accident that killed her parents. Trapped between a past that broke her and a future built on lies, Anastasia must decide how much she’s willing to lose. When her ex-husband suddenly wants her back, she’s forced to choose. The man who destroyed her… or the billionaire who might destroy her all over again.

What do you do after catching your boyfriend of five years cheating in your own bed? Charlotte Montgomery didn't cry. She packed her bags, slipped into her custom Louboutin heels, and did something reckless. One night, one stranger, one wild mistake, meant to be a goodbye. Except fate had other plans. Because that stranger? He’s not only heartbreakingly gorgeous and rich, he might also be engaged to the very woman Charlotte’s ex cheated on her with. Now she’s spiraling, from walk-of-shame mornings to revenge fantasies to unexpected late-night calls. And just when she thinks it couldn’t get worse, a pregnancy test changes everything. Trapped between the man who shattered her and the one who might ruin her again, Charlotte’s world turns into a tangled mess of secrets, lust, and impossible choices. She wanted closure. She got chaos. And she’s about to find out what happens when love, betrayal, and karma all hit at once.

On the flight to Arlencia, a post popped up: [What's it like to have sex in a wedding dress?] The pic showed a girl yanking some guy's purple tie while he hiked up her gown. His face was blurred, but hers? Straight-up blissed out. Everyone in the comments was swooning over how in love they looked. I didn't swoon. I froze. Because that purple tie? I gave it to Zeke Santoro, my fiancé, a few days ago. And that wedding dress? The exact custom one he had made for me. There was only one. I kept zooming in, heart racing, until I spotted a family photo in the background. My hands were shaking when I called him. "I wanna see the dress," I said. He hesitated. "It's at the studio getting final touches. Not with me right now. I'll show it to you later." I just smiled and hung up. That was all I needed. Zeke cheated—and the girl? His stepsister, Jella. Total circus. I reopened the post and shot her a DM: [Your wedding dress is stunning. I have the same one.]

"N...no y...you don't g..go. He will come. He will b...beat me. You also hide here. He is very bad. He beats. I'm s...scared of him. S...save me. He..." Biya screamed hysterically freeing her arms from his grip. She doesn't seem in right state of mind. "I'm r...running. You take me from here. He is very bad." Biya was freeing herself from his grasp and abruptly ran to the door. But in the next moment she was in Sikandar clutches. "Where are you running? Are you mad?" Sikandar roared shaking at her badly. But Biya wasn't in her senses. "No...he..you don't know him. He is very cruel...he..." Seeing her screaming like mad Sikandar has to again raise his hand and slapped her mercilessly. His hands left it's print on her cheek. With her hand on her cheek, Biya was looking at the man who slapped her. Deeply blinded by taking revenge of his past incident from the murderer of his childhood Sikandar Shah happen to kidnap the daughter of that man. He inflict his brutality on that innocent and sweet girl to the extent that he forcefully made her marry him and physically and mentally abuse and torture Biya. Will Biya survive the pain and brutally he is inflicting on her? Or will Sikandar Shah show some mercy for that little girl in lowering his assault and torture on her? How they will thrive in this unforseen situation?

I never wanted to be his wife. I hated Roman Blackwood because he was untouchable, conceited, and ruthless. However, When my father’s debts threatened to destroy us, I had no choice but to sign the contract that bound me to him. My freedom was just another possession in his universe. His words, his rules, and the gloomy fire in his eyes caused me to doubt my sanity. To withstand his icy indifference and the violent intimacy that left me simultaneously breathless and broken, I tried to be invisible. But, his betrayal was worse than his cruelty. In the fine print of our marriage, I discovered the truth: I wasn't just his wife. I was a pawn in a game I don't understand. And when I challenged him, his cold grin made it clear that I meant nothing to him. So I ran. I believed I could leave the man who broke me and start a new life. But Roman doesn't lose and forgive. He is now chasing me, saying he is a different person and pledging atonement. However, when I discover a secret that he has kept even from himself, I realize that the monster I escaped from may be the only one who can protect me from what lies ahead. Because when Roman Blackwood threatened to destroy anyone who attempted to take me away from him, he wasn't lying. Even if it's me.

Yu Liang has only one goal which is to get out of the systems world, but so far, he hasn't found an opportunity to get out even though he is the hardest working of the system users. Until the God Lord who manages the system worlds gave him a unique task that would be Yu Liang's great opportunity to get out of this prison called the system of souls and reincarnations. Of course, Lord God's mission couldn't be simple, but the purification of the Dark BL System, which meant that Yu Liang had to fight dirty characters, protagonists or too innocent or too questionable character, getting to be criminals at times, insane villains and disgusting plots that could be considered crimes in many healthy countries. Thanks to Xiao Yao, the custom system given to Yu Liang, they have to take down malicious and toxic plots, deal with murderous villains, and make the protagonist shine in the world to purify the dark plot. Of course, the biggest problem is that every time the protagonist falls in love with Yu Liang, it is impossible for Yu Liang to keep his heart from the protagonist's continuous and persistently sweet assault. In the end, will Yu Liang make it out of the system world?

For over thirty years, my wife Janet faked being broke—for her flimsy ex. When our son Asher landed in the hospital, I begged and borrowed from everyone I knew. Still came up fifty bucks short. Janet? Said she was tapped out. So my mom sold off her own meds to cover the bill—never told me. She died without treatment. I handled my mom's funeral alone. When I went to pick up Asher from the hospital, I found a stash of Janet's old shopping receipts. Custom suits. Million-dollar watches. A damn private jet. I grabbed them and stormed off to confront her. Asher cut me off. "Dad, Mr. Sackett's sick. Mom's just helping him out. Why are you freaking out?" I stared at the kid who only lived because my mom died. It felt like something cracked inside me. Janet barely looked up. "Connor's educated. He deserves the finer things. Unlike you—crying over fifty bucks like some househusband. See? I didn't give you the money, and Asher's fine." Fine. If that's how they see it, I'm done with this family.

Manhattan was doing that thing again twinkling like it had all the answers, when really it just had expensive lighting. Alexander Knight leaned against the glass wall of his penthouse, seventy-five floors up, watching the city hum below him. Bourbon in one hand (mostly untouched), phone in the other. The merger docs stared back at him from the screen, but the part that actually kept him up at night wasn’t the billions on the line. It was the fine print from the Japanese investors: “Family stability preferred.” Translation: get a wife, look settled, or watch the whole deal slip away. He exhaled, fogging the window for a second before it cleared. His assistant had already sent over a neat little list of “suitable” women—discreet, polished, zero drama. Women who understood arrangements. He hadn’t even opened the attachments. Because something about the whole thing felt… hollow. His gaze drifted down, past the grid of lights, to the tiny café on the corner. Golden glow spilling onto the sidewalk, handwritten sign in the window: Local Artist Pop-Up – One Night Only. A woman stood in front of a canvas, head tilted, paint-smudged shirt slipping off one shoulder. She was talking to someone out of view, laughing softly, then stepped back to study her work like it had personally offended her. She glanced up—straight toward his building, straight at him somehow, even though there was no way she could see him up here. But for a split second, their eyes locked across the impossible distance. But right then, with the whole damn city glittering between them, he had this ridiculous, unshakable thought: She’s the one I’m going to ask. And hell help them both when she says yes.

"Custom demanded that Prince Urban get a love mark tattooed to the side of his left eye as an infant, just like the rest of his people, but to him, the stupid things have only brought on the scorn of his father, the misery of his siblings, and caused his entire kingdom to go broke from fighting so many wars over the irritating ink stains. When Urban’s sister must travel to Donnelly, the kingdom within the sand, for her arranged marriage to align two realms, he goes with her. But he no sooner steps foot inside their castle than his mark starts itching like a son of a bitch, telling him his one true love is near. It just figures, though, that the woman meant for him is completely forbidden. Now he must decide if he should ignore the persistent mark, telling him she's the one, in order to avoid a possible war between kingdoms, or if he should discover whether she's worth risking everything for so they can be together. Either way, his life gets sucked into chaos with threats of beheadings, dark magic lurking, castle traitors scheming, and sword fights eminent. Who knew one little tattoo could cause so much trouble? (ONE TRUE LOVE is the author’s first attempt at a fantasy romance. Please forgive her; she might’ve read an overabundance of Cassandra Gannon, Sarah J. Maas, and Eve Langlais books, then gone off to watch too many episodes of Supernatural, Game of Thrones, and Outlander, because this was the outcome.)"