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What happens when a lecturer accidently weds a billionaire? Business Tycoon Ian Hills and actress Mava Presley were the biggest couple in the tabloids. Their wedding was supposed to be the most celebrated event of the century. But when Ian found his fiancee cheating on him with his biggest business rival just a day before the wedding, he chose to call it off. A hot argument with his grandfather ended with him being mandated to get another bride before the big ceremony, or he would lose all his shares. He decided to go to his sister’s home to pre-mourn his losses in alcohol. Ashley Toma was a broken hearted college professor visiting her best friend, Rita Hills, the night before her tycoon brother’s big televised wedding, trying to get the image of her step-sister and her (now) ex-boyfriend jousting in bed out of her head. The venomous woman had succeeded in snatching him from her. She always had her sights set on him because he was a rich second-generation heir. In the same place at the same time, Ian and Ashley drowned their sorrows in the finest bottles of liquor Rita owned. Several drinks and a weird night, both of them woke up in Las Vegas with a marriage contract for one year with both their names and their signatures clearly displayed. It all seemed convenient; the billionaire would get to keep his shares and the professor would get to move on from the betrayal. There was only one wrench in the plan. They absolutely despised each other. With jealous exes and fame in the way, would they grow to love each other or would the hatred bloom even stronger?

Freya, an orphan, struggled to survive in a pack where she was looked down upon and humiliated. She struggled to get away from such a life and fulfill her dream of becoming successful one day. She got a college scholarship offer and was happy to fulfill her dream. She met Kaiden and fell in love with him, he promised to marry her and make her his Luna once they graduate from college. One day, Freya walks in on Kaiden cheating on her with Isabella and he suddenly rejects her as his mate and chooses Isabella as his chosen mate and future Luna. When she tries to confront him, he calls her all sorts of names and tells her she was nothing but his plaything, leaving her more heartbroken and humiliated in front of everyone. Isabella’s father, who is the Dean, makes sure Freya loses her scholarship and drops out of college, and in shame, she decides to leave the city.

Ilana accepted the heartbreak her husband Gray inflicted in her—embracing the pain and relationship failure. She has experienced heartbreak twice—both from men who shared the same last names, Montemayor. The heartbreak didn’t kill her—it kept her alive, and afraid to love again. However, an uninvited visitor came to her door—trying its luck to be embraced like how it should be. Ilana tried so hard to avoid her growing feelings. However, the certain man who was just another presence in her life became everything to her. She forgot how she was before him. She laughed. She joked. She teased. All after he came. If this is another chance for Ilana to love again, she won’t deny it cold-heartedly. But how can she give this love a chance when the root of her love trauma left something in her that she could never get rid of?

At Manatee high, where wealth whispers through the marble halls and last names open doors, Emma Carter stands out for all the wrong reasons. She’s there on a scholarship — smart, quiet, and completely out of place among the designer uniforms and polished smiles. Her father works long hours as a construction worker, and her mother’s absence still echoes through every choice she makes. All Emma wants is to survive senior year unnoticed. Connor Hayes Charming, confident, and born into old money, he moves through school like he owns it — because, in a way, he does. But behind the perfect image lies someone quietly restless, bored of the shallow routines and expectations his family forces on him. When a class project throws Emma and Connor together, their worlds collide. What starts as polite conversation turns into stolen glances, late-night talks, and moments that make Emma question everything she’s been taught about people like him. For the first time, Connor finds someone who doesn’t care about his last name — someone who sees him. But no everyone is happy about it ,The whispers start. And soon, Emma isn’t sure if she’s part of Connor’s world — or just an experiment in rebellion. As emotions deepen, the line between love and heartbreak blurs. Emma learns that privilege comes with its own cages, and Connor realizes that sincerity can’t be bought. Together, they must decide whether what they have can survive the pressure of judgment, jealousy, and fear — or if love alone isn’t enough to bridge two very different worlds. “Emma and Connor” is a coming-of-age romance about class, courage, and finding where you belong — even when the world tells you that you don’t.

Fate twists its vines in ways we can't comprehend. For Sylvie, it brought the force of a Tyrant Alpha and the ruthless Salvalor pack. Sylvie learned to live with her handicap. Stay out of business of other wolves and they'll leave her alone. Mostly. War, however, soon reaches her doorstep. Forced to submit to Malphas, one of the last living Lycans, with a bloody streak and reputation for having the shortest fuse, Sylvie's quiet life turns upside down. Run or serve, the choice is easy. Malphas and the wolf within him, Valac, are the two names whispered in fear. Packs are falling, wolves are dying, territories are burning. The sky is red with blood, in his eyes. The thirst for it, unquenchable. He lives for the thrill of the kill, yet struggles to contain his disdain towards wolves. Rebuilding the line of Lycans, and the Kingdom of Silas to its former glory, is most important. Getting revenge is just a convenience. Imagine the surprise when he finds the last village to pillage, before crossing wolven borders, and a hidden gem within it. The Omega runt throws his senses into confused calmness, and for the first time neither he, nor Valac, feel the urge to kill. Refusing to admit, but finding it intriguing, Malphas takes Sylvie as his cup-girl. What threads will fate weave for the two? Will Sylvie survive under Malphas's command? Will he solve the puzzle behind the quiet, little runt or will his anger and cruelty bury her into the ground? Can Sylvie unravel the mystery hidden in Malphas's eyes? Enjoy the slow burning flames and the rusted blood that keeps them going.

Love built a kingdom. Love destroyed it. And love… might yet bring it back. Long ago, Queen Daphne and King Zerach ruled the Highland of Songhai with hearts bound by passion and destiny. But when tragedy stole the queen from his arms, the mighty king’s heart turned to stone — until Freda, a gentle soul with eyes like sunrise, taught him to feel again. Their love healed the kingdom… and from it came Prince Lucien, bright, noble, and pure. But fate is cruel. For in another corner of the land lived Lyra, a beautiful, fearless girl whose laughter could tame storms — and whose blood carried the same mark as the prince’s. When Lucien met her in the forest, time itself stood still. Their souls recognized each other before their lips ever spoke. What began as an innocent bond soon became an all-consuming love — one that defied gods, bloodlines, and fate itself. Lucien vowed to make her his queen. Lyra vowed to love him even if the stars fell from the sky. Yet destiny had written another story — a story of a secret birth, a forbidden prophecy, and a love so powerful it threatened to tear the world apart. When truth came, it shattered everything: the king’s peace, the queen’s heart, and the lovers’ dreams. But even as kingdoms burned and tears fell like rain… Lucien and Lyra chose love — even in death. And in the silence after sorrow, the Highland of Songhai bloomed again — the winds whispering their names, Lucien and Lyra… the love that defied eternity.

"Sir, the divorce agreement from the safe." On their fifth wedding anniversary, in a dimly-lit restaurant, Xavier Hampton's secretary placed the divorce papers in front of him. Five years ago, on the day Elizabeth Eaton and he registered their marriage— She had loved him deeply. So deeply that she had prepared the divorce agreement in advance, signed her name, and locked it away in the safe. If she ever betrayed him, all he had to do was sign. Xavier picked up the pen and swiftly signed his name. Across from him, the empty seat seemed heavier than any presence. His gaze dimmed. "Send the divorce papers to Attorney Harvey," he said, his voice calm, almost detached. "Then book a hotel and have the wedding venue set up in advance." The secretary hesitated for a moment before carefully asking, "Whose names should I write as the bride and groom?" "Elizabeth Eaton and Connor Walker."

Marcus Adrian Lee. Adrian. Just saying your name makes my heart race so fast that I could barely breathe. I never wanted to fall for you...but I did. It was a cliché really, but I just couldn't help myself. I'm not sure if was your subtle charm or that certain sadness in your voice that drew me to you but all I know is that you're a habit that I could never kick. Will you ever see me the way that I saw you? Will I ever have the courage to finally admit my unrequited feelings? And will the day ever come when I'll finally be able to hear the words, "Madison Rain Rivera, I am in love with you, too."? Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

ASTRID SAGE Everyone calls me naive and innocent, and in every way, I am. When I took a fancy in peering at FREDERICK SALVATORE each time he stopped by the orphanage to drop off his donation, it was just out of mere curiosity. I find him fascinating and alluring, like a piece of art. But when I get kidnapped and put up for auction, he's in the crowd of the deadliest people I've ever seen. He put the craziest bid on me and I get to find out that his name isn't FREDRICK SALVATORE. He's the notorious EAGAN KING and this is his world. Now I understand why he has that unexplainable dark aura around him. Is it possible to find him less fascinating now that I know what he's truly like? EAGAN KING A monster. A killer. A sociopath. A greedy-ass bastard. The devil. Everyone has different names for me, and they're right. I'm all of that and more. I wanna own this hell and rule these bastards. I wanna own LOVE ISLAND CITY. But to own it, I have to kill the real owner. Seven families are topping the hierarchy. I've killed three, I'm left with four. I attend this auction event to figure out the weaknesses of my next target. And then there she is, looking very virgin-ish and fucking innocent, standing on the auction ground with fear in her eyes. Bidding her was not part of my plan. But I'll be fucked up if I let these motherfuckers have her. (Warning: this is a dark romance, not for the faint-hearted. Read at your own risk and please, no criticisms.)

I run into a group of rogues on my way home for my daughter's birthday. I call my wife for help, but she blocks my number. I'm dragged out of the car, stabbed a dozen times, and thrown into the bushes to die. My neck is broken, and my organs are spilling out of my body. The rogues think I'm going to die—they even mention each other's names before me. Then, they drive off in my car while whistling happily. I hold onto my head and organs as I crawl to the roadside, hoping against hope that someone will save me. Before I'm taken to the hospital, I see my wife's social media update—she and her secretary have taken a sweet photo together while celebrating our daughter's birthday. The first thing I do after being discharged is demand a divorce.