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Lucy an office assistant is in a secret relationship with a boss. The boss is engaged to someone else but Lucy is pushing her way to the boss's heart and they found each other in a sticky situation.

Charlotte, The daughter of Carter Shnapp, The most influential man in the city gives up everything she had ever known to be married to Brandon, her college sweetheart. Brandon is a serial cheat, Who does nothing but extort from her family and berates her. Charlotte gets maltreated by his family. She was forced to leave her job and family behind to become a housewife and be treated less than a maid. All these just to be betrayed by her sister and husband, She catches them in bed together. She is served divorce papers at the end and she is compensated with a hundred thousand dollars check and told to leave the city. She is left shattered and distraught, She meets a stranger at a bar and hooks up with him. Unknown to her he is her high school bully. How will Charlotte navigate her life?

On their third wedding anniversary, Maisie Bardot expectantly announces her pregnancy to her husband, Andrew Clarke. All she receives in return is a check for a billion dollars, a divorce agreement, and an order to get an abortion.To protect her pregnancy, Maisie flees.Five years later, she returns as a miracle doctor with two adorable children in tow. Countless admirers flock to her side.Andrew regrets divorcing Maisie. He'll do whatever it takes to win her and the children back again.Yes, whatever it takes.

On Valentine’s Day, I discovered that my brother’s fiancee, Erika Gibson, was cheating on him. So, I tried to tell my brother, Nathan Clinton, about it. However, he yelled at me. He said that I was trying to ruin his relationship and told me to leave. Erika then asked her lover to deal with me, so he kidnapped me. He mocked me for being unable to speak and forced me to sell 200 roses at the night market. I asked Nathan for help, but he replied impatiently. [Moon, I can’t believe you’d lie about something like this… I don’t have time for your games.] I was accidentally hit by a truck while Nathan was having a wonderful time with Erika. Haha. I was finally free, but I wished I had a different brother.

My art studio caught fire. I risked my life to pull my boyfriend, Vincent Parcelle, out of the flames. Vincent wanted to rush back inside to save his first love, Tammy Reese, who was trapped inside. But I stopped him. The fire destroyed her face and left her legs amputated. Unable to face her disfigurement and disability, Tammy took her own life by overdosing on pills. Afterward, Vincent and I moved forward and got married. On our wedding night, he slit my throat without thinking twice. "If it weren't for you, Tammy wouldn't be dead. Go to hell and pay for your sins!" Only after dying did I realize—Vincent had hated me to the core ever since the fire. For some reason, I was reborn. Grateful that the heavens had given me another chance at life, I ran without looking back this time. To hell with love. I was determined to survive.

After an earthquake, my sister and I help to rescue the victims. I save a wealthy woman who adopts me as her daughter. I become the sole heiress to an astronomical fortune. My sister saves a regular person. All she gets as thanks is a few thousand dollars. She thinks life is unfair and drags me to die with her. When I open my eyes again, I'm looking at the debris from the earthquake. This time, my sister rushes to save the wealthy woman. She says smugly, "It's my turn to be a rich heiress!"

Can my life get any worse than it already has? I have a stepfather who cares about nothing but turning me into his source of money and pleasure, and a mother who doesn't give a damn whether I live or die. I thought this was the end, but no—fate decided to gamble with me last Christmas. It all started after a failed birthday celebration, which was followed by my stepdad trying to sell me out to the highest bidder. Escaping such a tragic event landed me in the arms of a ruthless billionaire boss, Maximum. I thought it couldn't get worse than this until I finally discovered that my biological dad is back. And his archenemy is the man I am in love with.

Isaac is a troubled boy who soon has to come to terms with his past. What ails young Isaac enough to convince him that he is going mad.

This book contains explicit sexual content, dominant/possessive behavior, morally gray characters, family conflict, and themes that may be triggering. Intended for mature readers 18+. This isn’t your normal hockey romance. It’s dark, raw, and unrelenting—where obsession, desire, and power collide, and nothing is off-limits. ★★★★★ "Let's play a game." "What game?" "One that involves you not screaming." ★★★★★ I'd been the perfect girlfriend to my star hockey player for two years. Stood in the rain at his practices. Drove hours just to watch him warm benches. Wore his jersey like it meant something. And he repaid me by fucking his way through half of Chicago—including the sister of the one man he's been obsessed with for years. Zane Mercer. The NHL's most dangerous player. My stepfather's worst enemy. And the man who looked at me like I was something worth destroying the world for. One impossible offer. One desperate bet. One night that changed everything. Zane doesn't do fake. He doesn't do half measures. When he tells me I'm his for two months, he means it. In every way that matters. But Zane has secrets buried so deep they connect to my family's past in ways I never imagined. Dark secrets. Deadly ones. What starts as a transaction turns into obsession. What starts as revenge turns into something I can't walk away from. And what starts as a lie might be the only truth that matters. They say some men are too dangerous to love. They're right. But I was never good at following warnings.

When Asher Terrell's family crumbled into bankruptcy, I stood steadfast by his side. We lived in a dank basement, where I toiled through three jobs to help clear their crushing debts. He bounced back and proposed, promising me a true home. Three years into our marriage, I discovered the deed to our house bore the name of his first love. "This is what I owe her," he confessed. Swallowing my pain, I nodded and pushed forward a photo from back when we were crammed in that basement, with a whole table piled high with debt notices. "You've paid your debt to her with our house," I said. "But what about the debt you owe me?"