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Nakay Si Cindy Mendez na ang lahat—kagandahan, kasikatan, at isang kumikinang na singsing sa kanyang daliri. Pero sa mismong gabi ng kanyang engagement party, sinira ito ng ex-girlfriend ng kanyang fiance na ipinalabas ang isang scandal. Sa labis na sakit at kahihiyan, nagpakalasing siya sa isang bar, handang kalimutan ang lahat—kahit panandalian lang. Ngunit sa kanyang paggising kinaumagahan, natagpuan niya ang sarili sa kama ng isang lalaking hindi niya inakalang makakasama muli—si Casper Graham, ang kilalang ruthless attorney at ang lalaking unang bumasag sa kanyang puso. Gusto na lang ni Cindy na mag-walkout sa sitwasyong ito at kalimutan ang nangyari, pero nang isang eskandalo sa kanilang pamilya ang nagbanta sa kanyang mana at kinabukasan, napilitan siyang humingi ng tulong sa tanging abogadong kayang ayusin ang gusot—ang ex-boyfriend niyang walang awa sa korte. Ngayon, sa gitna ng isang matinding laban para sa kanyang yaman at dignidad, natagpuan ni Cindy ang sarili sa isang laro ng tukso at labanan ng pride kasama ang lalaking minsan na niyang minahal. Pero hanggang kailan niya magagawang takasan ang nakaraan? Dahil si Casper ay maaaring walang puso sa batas—pero pagdating kay Cindy, siya ang tanging kaso na hindi pa niya kayang isara.

After an unexpected pregnancy, Silas Shaw, who had always avoided the topic of marriage, suddenly proposed to me. Overjoyed, I readily accepted. However, on the day of the wedding, I stumbled upon an unexpected conversation between him and his friends. "Are you really going to marry Chaldene just because of your child with Nora?" one of them asked. Silas was visibly irritated and full of disdain as he responded, "It's all because of my mother. She kept saying that Nora's family background wasn't good enough.” "If it weren't to give my child with Nora a better status, why on earth would I marry Chaldene?” "You have no idea how boring a woman like her is in bed. I got tired of her after sleeping with her twice."

Three months after my husband, Josiah Erikson, disappears in a skiing accident, I spot him in a bar. He's laughing freely with an arm slung casually around his "best friend", Monica Jones' shoulders. "Good thing you came up with the idea. I'd almost forgotten what freedom feels like." One after another, his buddies clink glasses with him and ask about when he plans to reappear. He looks down and thinks about it before saying, "In a week. I'll show up once she's gone completely crazy searching for me." Standing in the shadows, I watch him savor his freedom, then call my friend who works at the state vital records office.

My roommate had a strange obsession with taking cold showers on the balcony. She claimed it helped detox her body and brightened her skin. I warned her, “You should be more mindful of your privacy.” However, she only laughed, accusing me of being jealous of her flawless figure. Then, disaster struck. Her shower photos were leaked online, and soon after, thugs showed up at our door, demanding to humiliate her. Instead of taking responsibility, she turned on me. “It’s her! She’s the shameless one showering on the balcony!” Betrayed and defenseless, I was dragged into the woods and left to die, my life snuffed out in humiliation and pain. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on that fateful day—the day my roommate took her first cold shower on the balcony.

“I don’t know how,” I whispered. “Can you show me? Please, daddy.” He should have said no. Instead, he said, “Lie back and open those pretty legs. Let daddy take care of that for you.” When I shattered all over his fingers he looked at me like I was the most devastating thing he’d ever seen and said, “That’s my sweet girl.” Three days later he put me on a plane to London and didn’t look back. ----- She has spent three years across an ocean trying to unlearn her Stepfather; his voice, his hands, the way he said her name like it cost him something. She almost managed it. Then he called to say he was getting married again and he needed her home. Now she’s back in Boston, sleeping under his roof, watching him plan a future with someone else, and pretending she doesn’t still want him the way she did at nineteen. He is doing the same, pretending. Controlling. Building walls and calling it protection. But three years haven’t changed what’s between them. If anything, the distance made it worse. He sent her away once to save her from him. This time, she isn’t leaving. Some things are wrong in every way that matters, and still impossible to stop. WARNING: This book contains explicit erotic content and is meant for mature audiences. It explores desire, power, and complicated relationships without holding back. Please proceed only if you’re comfortable with that.

I was just eighteen when I mistook a business deal for a fairy tale, letting a schoolgirl crush blind me to the truth. My prince charming? He turned out to be more of a wolf in an Armani suit. Now, five years and a thousand broken pieces later, I've rebuilt myself into someone I barely recognize, a CEO, a survivor, and most importantly, a mother to my beautiful son Griffin. I thought I'd buried the naive girl who once dreamed in a garden. Apparently, the universe had other plans. My ex-husband's back, claiming he's changed and wanting a second chance. And then there's James Drake, a billionaire with scars that match my own, who makes me wonder if my heart remembers how to beat for something other than revenge. Between poisoned flowers showing up at my office and threats creeping too close to my son, I'm learning that success is the best revenge, if I can stay alive long enough to enjoy it. They say love is sweeter the second time around, but can I trust it when betrayal wore the face of love once before? One thing's certain: I'm not that naive wife anymore. And this time, I'm playing for keeps.

Seraphine Hale, a genius musician, announces her return to the country. When a reporter asks whether she's back for her first love, she smiles icily. "Are you talking about that trash? It wouldn't be any of my business even if he were to drop dead tomorrow." What she doesn't know is that I've already been dead for close to a decade.

Drugs disappeared during one of our family’s deals—and everyone knew it was my stepsister, Emily’s fault. Now, our rivals demanded someone be sent to them, held captive until the debt was repaid. My fiancé, my family—they all agreed it should be me. “Emily already got hurt in the mission. You are stronger. You can handle it while we figure things out.” I knew this moment was coming. And so I signed my name. In five days, I’d be sent away. And I have decided that no matter what happened—whether I lived or died—I was done with my family and my fiancé. In those last days, I gave everything I owned away. The casino? To my stepsister, who had always eyed it with envy. My checking account? To my father, who never missed a chance to remind me how useless I was. The engagement ring? Back to the man who’d been fake as hell. They didn’t notice anything off. They just smiled, pleased with how thoughtful I’d suddenly become. When they realized I was gone for good—and that their fragile Emily was their undoing—would they still smile like that? Would they still look so content?

Avery Whitney was just your average girl trying to blend in. Her crush, Preston Adams, says otherwise. He sees her as an annoying nobody who doesn't deserve to exist in this world to the point he humiliates her in front of the whole student body. She felt utterly heartbroken so with that she vowed to herself that someday, he will get what he deserves. Four years later, she was now the Revenge Artist. She knows everybody's deepest darkest secret and uses it as an advantage for people who seek her help with 100% paybacks-a-bitch guaranteed. For payment, she doesn't need anything. Just the soaring feeling of accomplishment that she gets after doing the deed. The day came when luck was on her side. She caught Preston making out with the young hot Chemistry teacher, Ms. Brooks. Preston however was not pleased since he remembered what he did to Avery four years ago. She uses this to her advantage as blackmail so if Preston won't do any of her bidding, word will leak out about his indiscretion and that won't do any good for him. He will lose his popularity, his long time girlfriend Deana, his chance for football scholarship and worse, expelled. Little did she know that the more time she spent with Preston, the fluttering feeling she had for him would return.

"I was just trying to steal some bread when the bond hit. One second I'm a rogue surviving on scraps. The next, I'm fated mate to THREE Princes. Not one. Not two. All three heirs to the throne. Damon, the brutal Crown Prince who thinks I'm a trap. Kieran, the charming second son who wants to seduce me. Caius, the scarred eldest who says he'll destroy his brothers to win. They say I have to choose one within a year, or the bond kills us all. The one I pick becomes King. The other two lose everything. But here's the problem: I don't want any of them. I just want to survive in a palace full of she-wolves who'd kill me for breathing. In a court where every smile hides a knife. With a bond that gets stronger every day, making it impossible to think straight when they're near. And the worst part? The longer I'm here, the harder it gets to imagine choosing only one. Because what if I'm falling for all three?"