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When Aria Harrington returns home to find her family murdered and her twin sister Lira sacrificed to pay a debt, she vows revenge on the ruthless Alpha Kol Lannister— the man who ordered their deaths. I pressed my palm to the fresh dirt. "You loved him once, Lira." What a bittersweet lie. I thought Lira had met Alpha Kol by chance and they fell in love but after the story my uncle had told me, I realised Lira hadn't loved him. She was forced to and she wanted out. But she wasn’t smart enough. Well, I wouldn't make that mistake. "I'll make sure he dies loving me." ———— Three years later, Aria returns, using her uncanny resemblance to Lira to stoke Kol’s obsession. But when Kol forces her into a sham marriage, Aria discovers the horrifying truth: Lira is alive, and she’s been pulling the strings from the shadows. Now, Aria must choose between her revenge and the twisted bond forming with Kol even as she begins to question herself— Why did Lira fake her death, and what is her plan now? Does Kol truly love her, or is this punishment for Lira’s betrayal? What does Uncle Jarek know about Lira that Aria doesn’t? And most importantly, will she follow through on her revenge, or will she completely fall for the very man she had vowed to kill?

The day before his Alpha Induction, Luke destroyed everything. He’d spent years obsessed with a weak Omega—a girl promised to Reno, the lethal Alpha of the Northern Territory. Luke couldn't stomach losing her, so he crashed their ceremony and took her by force. That same night, he Marked her in front of everyone. The Pack held their breath, waiting for my family to become the biggest joke in the territory. I braced for the humiliation, expecting to be the girl everyone pitied. I was wrong. The next morning, I found Reno leaning against my balcony railing. He was massive—broad-chested with arms built for violence. He smelled like raw power and imminent danger. He didn't look like a man who had just lost a mate; he looked like a man looking for a trade. "Luke stole my female," he rumbled, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "I want you as her replacement. Be my Luna. It’s a fair trade, don’t you think?" I didn't hesitate. I looked him dead in the eye and nodded. "It is," I replied. "I’m in."

Grizelda Williams is the daughter of the most influential family in the entire country, yet she chooses to leave everything behind just to marry the man of her dreams. When his parents treat her as rag and blames her for her barreness, she doesn’t mind. She doesn't bother telling them that it's their son who's impotent, even though he also knows the truth. When his ex-girlfriend returns, seeking assistance for her sickness, she also doesn't mind. She even tries her best to make his ex-girlfriend happy and comfortable. But how does he thank her for everything she has done for him? One would think he would be grateful, right? Not at all! Instead, he divorces her just to be with his rotten ex-girlfriend. He even insults her and sends her to jail after stealing a million dollars in her name! What happens when she returns with her true identity as someone far richer and stronger than him in the business world?What happens when she also returns with a son that looks exactly like him? Will she forgive him after he realizes the mistake he has done and comes back begging? Or would she rather make him cry and have a taste of her revenge?

Diana Miller's life changed dramatically the night she found her boyfriend with one of her co-workers. A year of relationship and the possibility of starting a home had gone down the drain that very day. Her family, scandalized by her decision to break off her engagement, turn their backs on her when she needed them the most. However, a wild night of alcohol, passion, and lust with a man she has always wanted will turn her life upside down. All rights reserved under Registration Code: 1902149948993 Reproduction of this work in whole or in part by any means or process, including reprography, computer processing, and distribution of copies by rental or public lending. It is strictly prohibited without the written permission of the copyright holders, subject to the penalties established by law. You may not make adaptations of this story. Infringement of these rights carries legal penalties and may constitute an intellectual property crime.

Late one night, a thread blew up and hit the front page of a famous forum deep in New York’s underworld. The original poster had dug up an old prompt: “Name three words that sum up your youth.” Then an account that’d been dormant for years popped up in the replies. Its avatar was a backlit silhouette of a girl in a white dress, username: Seraphina. That was Seraphina Rossi. The Rossi family heiress, the undisputed it girl of New York’s underworld. She typed: Vibrant. Passionate. And Rico Valentino. All hell broke loose in the thread. The wild Valentino’s heir and the breathtaking Rossi heiress had once loved each other hard, only for it all to end in bitter regret. Nearly everyone in New York’s underworld had watched that heartbreak play out. Including me. I turned my head, staring at the man sleeping beside me. This was the man next to me: the once reckless kid who’d ruled the streets of Queens with his bare fists, now the Don of the Valention family. Poised. Unshakable. And he didn’t love me. I’d always known Rico still kept in touch with Seraphina. That he’d met her in secret, more than once. That’s why he’d refused to make our marriage public. His excuse was always the same: “Keeping your identity off the grid keeps our enemies from targeting you.” But I knew I was the one standing between Rico and the woman he’d never stopped loving. If all three of us were just going to keep hurting like this? I’d rather walk away. Let them have each other. I’d made up my mind. I was divorcing Rico.

When my mother-in-law gets hospitalized due to cancer, I'm about to pay the hospital bills when I find out that my wife, Lilibeth Saunders, has used our savings to pay off a male escort's debt. That's when I finally explode in rage. "Mom has gotten hospitalized because of her illness, and yet you use our money to pay off the debt of a useless piece of trash who relies on his manhood for survival! You really are an evil bitch, Lilibeth Saunders!" As Lilibeth grips the lingerie, she remains stone-faced. "How am I the one at fault here? I'm just trying to give my future child a father who still has a future with me! You can always earn money to treat your own mother's illness! Meanwhile, Carl can't do the same thing about his debt! If he doesn't pay off his debt, his life will be ruined! "You only have yourself to blame, Josiah! After all, you're a good-for-nothing impotent man!" The entire room falls eerily silent. My friend, who's there to help patch things up between us, looks at me with sympathy in his eyes. All the criticism surrounding me flashes through my mind at that moment. That's when I realize that it's time for me to end things with Lilibeth once and for all. What she doesn't know is that she's the infertile one based on the doctor's diagnosis. Also, her mother is the one being hospitalized, not mine.

When Jasmine Cooper runs into a drunk rapist, a man saves her. It is Xavier Ravarivelo, the billionaire Mafia whose bride left him at the altar. Jasmine Cooper looks just like his run-away bride, Andre, who was being forced to walk down the aisles with Xavier. Jasmine has the same look and tattoo as Andre but different hair color and personality. Taking her against her will; he forces her to marry him. He wants revenge for the humiliation he got after his supposed bride left him at the altar but Jasmine is hell-ass sure she never abandoned anyone at the altar. How will Xavier find out that Jasmine is different from his runaway bride? How long will it take for Xavier to note the difference between Jasmine and Andre?

Valentina Castillo, 22, never owed her father’s debts—but when her runaway sister leaves a night to her wedding, she is handed over as payment, a bride stolen for a price she cannot refuse. Nikolai De Luca, Miami’s ruthless Don, gave a man three choices: repay his debt, give his life… or offer a bride. When she was brought before him—trembling, unprepared, aware of the darkness in his gaze, he decided in an instant. She would be his. In his world, power is absolute, and a wife is not a partner—she is a possession. And once Nikolai De Luca claims what is his… even death itself can’t take it from him.

Clause 7 : on no account should children be brought into this contract, the result of which would have dire consequences. Guess what Vivian Cross did? Vivian Cross was once at the top of the society's scale until unfortunate events took place and she lost all that she had except one. Desperate and in need of help, she lunges herself into an unexpected contractual loveless marriage with a man she once had the hots for but does true love really die? And when things go awry and she is forced to pick between a life of luxury and a forbidden baby, what does she do when she realizes that the man she thought was just distant actually doesn't want her and to prove it, brings his first love back into the picture knowing fully well that it would hurt her beyond reasoning. This game of cat and mouse, will it go on forever or will Nate Stuart finally realize that he had all that mattered in his home?

The wedding had reached the part where the groom kissed the bride. I closed my eyes and leaned in to kiss Stella Stafford, only to end up with a mouthful of fur. Her assistant held up the camera and burst out laughing. "The almighty Mr. Rowe can't even tell if he's kissing a person or a dog?" I stared at the Husky in front of me, its tongue lolling out, and felt my stomach churn. I was about to lay into him when Stella stepped in to block me. "It was just a joke. No hard feelings." Laurent Reilly smirked smugly, his tone dripping with arrogance. "And guess what? This Husky happens to be a female, so why don't you just marry her instead? You're not good enough for Stella anyway." The employees erupted in laughter. Mortified, I kicked him square in the chest, sending him sprawling. The next second, Stella smashed a wine bottle over my head and demanded an apology. I wiped the mix of wine and blood from my face, then dialed an overseas number with a cold grin. "The wedding is short one bride. You in?"