Wing Image

Dans ce royaume où les dieux s'immiscent dans nos vies, j'ai toujours été un jeune homme modeste, vivant dans l'ombre de ceux qui rêvaient de grandeur. Mais tout a changé le jour où j'ai découvert que je n'étais pas comme les autres. La Déesse de la Nuit, dont j'avais entendu parler dans des murmures et des légendes, m'avait choisi. Promis dès ma naissance, je portais en moi un héritage que je ne comprenais pas. Lorsque son appel s'est fait entendre, j'ai ressenti une peur mêlée d'excitation. Cette voix, douce et envoûtante, m'a attiré vers un monde que je ne pouvais imaginer, un monde où la beauté côtoyait le danger. Mais la Déesse, loin de l'image que je m'étais façonnée, était à la fois fascinante et terrifiante. Elle était belle, bien sûr, mais aussi cruelle et solitaire, une entité qui régnait sur la nuit avec une poigne de fer. À mesure que je m'enfonçais dans ce nouvel univers, quelque chose a commencé à changer en moi. Je n'étais plus simplement un élu ; je devenais son obsession. Mon cœur battait au rythme de ses désirs, mais je savais que cette passion pouvait me détruire. Entre le désir de fuir ce destin imposé et la tentation de me perdre entièrement en elle, je me suis retrouvé à un carrefour, hésitant entre la liberté et l’abandon. La nuit, avec tous ses secrets, m’appelait, et je ne savais pas si je devais répondre à cet appel ou chercher à m'en échapper.

Violet had gone through it all—betrayed by her own family, mocked by her ex for being broke, and ending up in bed with Julian, the city’s most notorious playboy. Worse, he’d threatened her into marrying him. So began a marriage she never could’ve imagined. Only later did she realize that her so-called womanizer of a husband wasn’t actually reckless at all, but carefully maintaining the image of a spoiled rich heir. And from the start, their marriage had been built on lies. She once overheard him tell someone, “We’ll divorce. We have to. This marriage isn’t even real.” Her heart went cold. They did divorce. But fate kept pulling them back into each other’s lives. One day, with a rare honesty in his eyes, Julian said softly, “Give me a chance. Let’s start over.”

My name is Brandon Westin, and I'm Carlisle Grayson's secretary and secret lover. No matter how cold he acts toward me, how much he humiliates me, or how often he "lends" me off to other people, I still choose to stick with him without any remorse or complaints. His friends call me a shameless lapdog. Carlisle calls me a twink, often blaming me for "turning him gay" and thus ruining his life. However, when I finally choose to leave him, he looks at me with red-rimmed eyes and asks, "How can you say that you don't love me?"

After two years of being trapped in a loveless marriage, Celine thought she had nothing left to lose until a video surfaces and then shatters everything. She had been forced into marriage for power and image , She never asked for love but she had hoped for respect or at the the very least loyalty. But what she got was silence, distance and betrayal on a screen. Devastated, Celine walks away from Rowan Sinclair, the husband who never touched her heart, nor her body, only to return as a different Person. Now, Rowan wants her back, but love built on deception doesn't come easy, especially when the biggest lie of all is about to be exposed. What happens when the truth behind their separation comes out to light? Will Rowan be able to win her back? Will he be able to prove to Celine his true feelings despite the numerous oppositions thrown at them?

Cael Marcellus never dreamt his heartbreak could lead him to Lucian D'Verre, his mother's fiancé younger brother. What started off as a reckless one-night stand has morphed into a risky secret both cannot escape from. Cael's sister, Selene, is going to attend their mother's wedding. Between all the different men in the world, she is again pulled toward Lucian, so Cael puts his stand to try to stop her without her knowing the last reason. However, in a drunken misstate, he blows the whole thing worldwide, which leads to a scandal ruining his image, breaking his family apart, and nearly costing him his life. All of this saves him from the edge of ruin, perhaps because of Selene's sacrifice which will act as some healing for the broken bond. As Lucian must prove his love in the end, Cael would choose between whether a man who once brought him shame could now be a man of salvation.

Alicia never dreamed of marrying into the powerful Valentine family. But when her sister's life hung in the balance, she signed the contract marriage Edward Valentine offered. He gained a dutiful wife to quiet his board and father; she gained the money for her sister's treatment. It was supposed to be temporary. Then Edward asked her to stay. For two years, Alicia kept her vows and her silence, holding on to hope that Edward might one day see her as more than a transaction. That fragile hope shatters when Lucy Harrington--the elegant woman from his past--returns, and Edward suggests an "open marriage." As Alicia struggles to balance her sister's recovery and her own breaking heart, Edwards indifference cuts deeper. He lets Lucy humiliate her in public, ignores her pain, and dismisses her every concern. Slowly, Alicia begins to detach. The woman who once endured quietly starts to find her own strength, until humiliation and betrayal leave her with no choice but to walk away. But separation doesn't end the story. Away from Edward, Alicia begins to rebuild her life and rediscover her worth. For the first time, she lives for herself. Meanwhile, Edward's perfect world begins to crack. His polished image, his control, and even his bond with Lucy lose their shine without Alicia's steady presence. Only then does he begin to realize what he has lost. Yet winning her back will not be simple. Secrets about families, long-buried betrayals, and the revelation of Alicia's true place in the Valentine legacy turn their fragile marriage into battlefield. To prove he deserves a second chance, Edward must confront not only Lucy's schemes and his mother's ambitions, but also his own cold heart.