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Rhea Hale, a young art restorer at the old Elaria gallery, lives a life of near-perfect calm—canvases, colors, and classical symphonies that fill her every day. But when she touches a mysterious painting titled The Moon Painting, something inside her begins to shift. Strange visions, eyes watching from the fog, and wild emotions she can't explain slowly start to unravel her peaceful world. Across the city, Kaelan Viero—the national hockey team’s captain—carries the charm and composure of a champion. But beneath the arena lights and public spotlight, there's a side of him he never shows… until his eyes lock with a stranger’s in the stands. That brief moment sparks something long buried. And from then on, neither of their lives remains the same. "One glance started it all. And after that... there was no turning back."

How did this even happen? The girl whom she thought of as her best friend, the girl with whom she's sharing her room, is actually a guy? Hazel stood there with her feet rooted to the white marble floor, not even bothering to fake that utterly shook expression of hers by watching the handsome man dressed in woman's clothes. "She's a guy!?" Finally Hazel let it out straighning her mind. Tristan Sanchez is an undercover cop who by bad luck had to pretend as a sexy paino teacher According to his Cheif's orders. What would happen if the most dedicated and cold officer of the department falls in love with the clumsiest and cheerful girl ever. Can he complete his mission to find the culprit he's looking for? Or he will get distracted by the feeling called love.

“You will never change.” That’s the last thing she said before she disappeared from his life. The last memories he ever had with the person that he realized he loved the most... but what can his realization do? When the tiniest bit of good memory with her was not left for him to reminisce,. But he will change. He knows he can change himself, just so she will be able to accept himself into her life once again. He will pamper her for an entire lifetime, even for the twins that she got from another man but.. Why? Why is she choosing him? Can he only look at her far afar, watching her happy with another man with the twin babies he found out as his? Will they be able to go back to the past?

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My husband's first love, Annie Quinn, suffers from a nosebleed. He decides to stuff me into the fridge and make me write a letter of apology in order to punish me. "Tie up the entire fridge with a coil of rope and leave it in the wine cellar. Let her atone for her sins there quietly." I keep pounding against the fridge door with all my might, even as it makes me bleed all over the place. I hope Nathan Grayson, my husband, can let me out. Instead, Nathan takes Annie on a trip to Arci where they have fun skiing and watching the penguins waddle about. One week later, Nathan opens the fridge after returning from his trip. The moment he lays eyes on my rotten corpse, he loses his mind on the spot.

Rhea Ashton’s life shatters the evening her husband Dave announces that his ex-girlfriend Teyana is pregnant with his child and is moving into their home. She files for divorce immediately but her lawyer delivers a brutal reality — a three month cooling period stands between her and her freedom. She has no choice but to stay. What she doesn’t expect is Rian Valdris walking back into her life and determined not to lose her again. What she doesn’t see is the man watching from the shadows, dangerously obsessed and ready to burn everything down just to possess her. And when Dave finally notices the woman he has been ignoring is distant, unbothered and slipping away he realizes too late what he is losing. Now three men want her. But only one deserves her.

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.

When Ivy Moore’s estranged parents die in a suspicious crash, she’s placed in the custody of Victor Maddox, a cold billionaire tied to her through a secret clause in her family’s estate. He doesn’t ask. He commands. Within hours of arriving at his isolated mansion, Ivy is given one choice: sign a 90-day contract of submission or lose everything. No love. No limits. No escape. But Victor isn’t just strict. He’s obsessed. He’s been watching Ivy for years. Now that she’s his, he will never let her go. Every punishment draws her closer. Every rule breaks her open. Every night, she learns what it means to be claimed, used, and owned. She thought she was just a ward. But she’s his obsession. And he’ll destroy them both to keep her.

A letter in crimson ink. A name she hasn’t heard in years. A place that doesn’t exist on any map. Bestselling author Sloane Maren receives a single line in an unmarked envelope: “Come to Elandra Isle. One guest. One week. One truth.” No signature. No explanation. Just the haunting certainty that someone knows what she did. Drawn by a past she’s tried to forget, Sloane arrives at the remote island estate expecting closure. Instead, she finds Theo—the man who once shattered her trust—waiting with secrets of his own. Each night unravels something darker. Each touch uncovers a memory she buried deep. And someone on the island is watching her.. As old passions ignite and hidden agendas surface, Sloane must decide what’s real and what was always a lie. Because some truths are written in blood. And some invitations should never be accepted.

Rosalie Bianco's world falls apart in one night, fired from her job, drowning in bills, and watching her mother’s health slip through her fingers. She’s desperate, out of options. Until a cold, powerful stranger offers her a way out. Alessandro Moretti, Italy’s most ruthless billionaire, remembers the fire in Rosalie’s eyes when she defied him. Now, he wants to own that fire on his own terms. He’ll pay for her mother’s treatment, give her a job, and protect her but only if she agrees to be his. His possession, his secret. But what starts as a cruel game spirals into something far more dangerous. Rosalie may be the pawn, but she’s not afraid to rewrite the rules. In a world of lies, obsession, and power, love was never part of the deal.