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Sarah Joy Johnson was betrayed by her husband Derrick Dane and mistreated by her in-laws. In the end, she chose to end it all by divorcing Derrick. However, Derrick regretted the divorce because his company's new CEO turned out to be his ex-wife, Sarah. All this while, she had kept her business and wealth a secret from him and his family. Derrick and his mistress continually tried to seize Sarah's assets through various means. As she fought to protect herself from their schemes, Sarah was helped by two handsome and wealthy men. What would be the end of Sarah's love story? Would she find her true love?

The heart wants what it wants, but sometimes it's not what it seems. In the high-fashion world of glamor and betrayal, small-town girl Riele sets out to heal the broken heart of billionaire CEO Kim. But her plan backfires when she finds herself falling for him, only to have her love rejected. Now, as Riele struggles to untangle her feelings for Kim and the truth about his past, she must navigate a treacherous path of secrets, lies, and hidden desires. But just when Riele thinks she's lost Kim forever, she discovers that his love for her rival, Jane, might not be what it seems. With her heart on the line, Riele must decide whether to fight for the man she loves or walk away from the pain and heartbreak that come with loving him. And Kim, tormented by his past and uncertain about his future, must confront the truth about his feelings for both women. Will he choose the safe, familiar path with Jane or take a chance on the unexpected passion that Riele ignites within him?

From bestselling author Emily Goodwin comes the epic start to a sexy and exciting paranormal romance series... Never trust a vampire. I might have learned that lesson the hard way. But when I find myself in a vampire-owned bar, I don’t have much of a choice. With vampires still trying to assimilate into mainstream society, I’ve done Lucas King a favor by stopping one of his patrons from draining a human dry in the basement of his bar. A favor he'd prefer to repay in bed than in kind. Vampires and witches have had more than a jaded history, and when witches start showing up dead in surrounding covens, all signs point to something old and powerful. Something that knows the ways of the witches.Something--or someone--like Lucas. What's worse than trusting a vampire? Falling in love with one.Dead of Night a vampire/witch romance and is book one in the Thorne Hill series.

What do you do when your jerk boyfriend leaks your sex tape and everyone expects you to hide in shame? Here’s what I do: I tell the old creep trying to buy me to fuck off, get myself thrown out, and fly across the country to my best friend’s mansion to figure out my next move. What I DON’T expect is to walk in on Knox Reid—my best friend’s ex-military billionaire father—stroking his cock to my viral sex tape. I should be horrified. Humiliated. Instead, I’m soaking wet and completely mesmerized. And for the first time since my life exploded, I feel powerful. He catches me staring. Doesn’t stop. Keeps stroking, harder, faster, his dark eyes locked on mine until he comes all over himself. That forbidden moment changes everything. Spending the holidays at Knox’s mansion was supposed to be my escape—a place to hide while the scandal blows over. Instead, it becomes my rebellion. Now I want him fucking me everywhere, against the frosted windows, on his desk, in front of the fire while my best friend party’s outside. I want to feel alive again, and Knox makes me burn in all the best ways. But he’s my best friend’s estranged father trying to fix their relationship. And I’m trying to rebuild my shattered life, not destroy it again. We should stop, but we can’t. He’s forbidden. He’s mine. And he’s all I want for the holidays…and maybe for the rest of my life.

On the eve of giving birth, my world turned into a nightmare. My husband’s sworn enemy broke into our home, seeking revenge. I was brutally cut open and my baby was ripped from me. Yet, I made the chilling choice not to call my husband for help. In my previous life, desperate and terrified, I begged him to return home. He abandoned a Valentine’s dinner with a scholarship student to rush back. That night, the student was preyed upon in a bar, leading to her tragic suicide. My husband’s wrath was unrelenting. Blaming me for her death, he locked me in a kennel, leaving me to be savaged to death. “This is the pain Wynne endured because of you. Now it’s your turn to suffer!” Given a second chance, I resolved to make a different choice. This time, I let him stay for his romantic Valentine’s evening with her. But when I returned home, he had spiraled into madness.

Chandria Mielle Buenavista thought she was the cherished heiress of a wealthy family—until they revealed she wasn’t their real daughter and discarded her. In a fit of rage, she makes a reckless bet at a casino, crossing paths with Nicola Henderson, a notorious bad boy. After a wild night together, she wakes up with no memory—except for a bracelet that might link him to her. Three years later, Chandria, now a single mother of triplets, meets Nicola again. Determined to uncover the truth, she becomes his secretary and draws him back into her life. As old enemies resurface and Nicola’s dark world threatens to tear them apart, they must confront the secrets of their past and decide if they can build a future together.

My childhood sweetheart has aplastic anemia and desperately needs a bone marrow transplant. His brother agrees to help, but there's a catch. "I can save him, but you need to marry me." My lover ultimately dies because of medical negligence. I'm heartbroken but still marry Martin Steinfeld per my promise. During the wedding, he gets on one knee before me. His gaze is loving as he says, "I'll treat you well for life, Audrey Lynch. I'll be a thousand times better than Henry; I won't let you shed another tear." I look at his face, which is so much like Henry Steinfeld's. I believe him. Three years after our marriage, I'm five months along when I stumble upon Martin with his mistress. He wraps an arm around her and sighs. "She still can't forget about that dead guy despite us being married for so long. She's not like you, who only has eyes for me. "If not for her insisting on marrying Henry and ruining my future, I wouldn't have had to take my own brother down so much earlier than planned." My blood runs cold, and I tremble all over. Hatred consumes me, and I only have one thought—I have to destroy Martin!

Si Teresa, nag iisang anak at tagapagmana. Sampung taong gulang pa lamang siya ng mamatay ang kanyang mahal na ina.She grew up and hide her loneliness on parties with girlfriends,she portrays a happy go lucky life. But rumors follow her in everywhere she go, at ang pinakamalupit sa lahat ay ang bali-balitang babae ang gusto niya. Alexander is used to living with society criminals in the mafia.But planned to change his path after meeting Romolo Plaza, Teresa's dad.At ano ang gagawin nang binata kung hilingin nito na pakasalan niya ang dalaga?could he marry a brat ten years younger,and would she deny the strong feelings that only a man like Alexander could arouse in her heart? **** Bahagyang inilayo ng binata ang mga labi sa kanya at bumaba sa makinis niyang leeg. She tilted her head backwards and he whispered on her neck as he kissed her there. "Oh sugar,you're driving me wild. Tell me,does any of your so called girlfriends kissed you like this? Ilang segundo bago niya naintindihan ang ibig nitong sabihin.

On the day Fiona Starr and Mark Zimmer tied the knot, his childhood friend jumped off the Starr family's thirty-story apartment and was reduced to pieces. The wedding wasn't called off, but in the ensuing three years, Mark's poker face became even more creepy, even though he would do everything Fiona asked. Then, when Fiona was three months pregnant, she was told that her father had gone missing. But instead of taking her to file a police report, Mark took her up the peak of the mountain, where Fiona saw her father. His whole body was swollen and bleeding everywhere, and he was barely alive as he lay on the ground. There were puddles of his blood everywhere, after someone tied him to a car trunk and dragged him up along the mountain road. That was when Mark gave Fiona the same treatment, even though she was pregnant with his child. As his car dragged her up and down the mountain, her legs were reduced to bloody stumps, but she didn't die there. So she locked her up in a basement in the company of rats that nibbled and devoured her legs. She despaired, her mind breaking until she eventually stopped breathing too… But she opened her eyes again and found herself returning to the day before she married Mark, whom everyone called the Starr family's live-in son-in-law. Smiling through her tears, she told herself that she wouldn't choose him again in this life.

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."