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Annette Marechal at twenty-four, has finally understood the difference between: being loved and being used. Upon meeting Antoine Bourdeu, she believed that her life was finally going to be complete. She married him, two months after meeting him, madly in love with his thoughtful personality and his way of treating and caring for her. She never cared about the ten-year-old difference, nor the comments of Antoine's family towards her. Until he discovered the true root of his interest: his father's company about to fail. Knowing that she was used to reach her father, she confronted Antoine and he assured her that he had loved her, not as she would have liked, but as a means to an end. Full of pain and helplessness, suffering the betrayal of the supposed love of her life, Annette decided to leave never to return, Antoine Bourdeu, eldest son of the Bourdeu family, one of the wealthiest in France, did not believe in love, but in the commitment and stability that being married gave him in business. The beautiful Annette had seduced him, and he had fallen at her feet, driven mad by her emerald green eyes and mischievous gaze. She wanted to know the world and he promised to fulfill it. Until he realized how interested and manipulative his sweet Annette was. She left right after the ceremony, when he wanted to make her his body and soul. He disappeared from the map, taking with him more than his male pride. At least that's what he thought, because now, more cynical and stronger than ever, Antoine would return to take back what was his. No one denied Antoine Bourdeu

Divorce Discord is a tangled love affair between Charles Rogers and Vivian Harry. The pair were undergraduates of Yankee University. Their enjoinment into marital bloc ignited the fire of regrettable irregularities and frustrations accompanying a wrong choice of mate, abscond, impetuosity and excommunication, fray and frazzle, insubordination, elopement, divorce discord, re-betrothal and suicide…

Betrayed by the mate she loved, Lulu—the last elemental fire wolf—lost her heart to Alpha Scott’s treachery. His sorcerer tore it from her chest to empower his mistress. But fate refused to let her die. With her mother’s sacrifice and Alpha Caspian’s hidden aid, Lulu was given one final year to reclaim her stolen heart. Yet she carries a secret Scott never knew—his child growing inside her. Morpheus Bloodworth, the elemental water wolf who hides behind the mask of Alpha Caspian, awakens feelings she never thought she could feel again. But as Elder Ruth’s sorcery fades, Scott begins to realize his sins and demands Lulu back as his Luna—along with the heir she carries. Now Lulu must choose: vengeance or forgiveness, fire or water, the mate who betrayed her or the one who would die for her.

Divorce Discord is a tangled love affair between Charles Rogers and Vivian Harry. The pair were undergraduates of Yankee University. Their enjoinment into marital bloc ignited the fire of regrettable irregularities and frustrations accompanying a wrong choice of mate, abscond, impetuosity and excommunication, fray and frazzle, insubordination, elopement, divorce discord, re-betrothal and suicide…

A single betrayal brings down a feared drug empire… When secrets leak from inside a ruthless cartel, a loyal man is framed, drugged, and executed for treason he never committed. His bloodline is erased in fire, all except one girl. She is taken alive, stripped of her name, and forced into the home of her enemy where she becomes a slave in the house of the devil himself; Luciano Cortez, heir to an empire built on lies and blood. Cold. Merciless, until the quiet girl he owns crawls beneath his skin and one forbidden night binds them in ways neither can escape. Desire turns to trust. Trust turns to love, and buried truths find their way back to the surface. The real traitor was never dead. He was closer than anyone dared to suspect. Now the daughter of a murdered man stands at the crossroads of fate. Will she burn the empire from within… or rise as its queen and rule it in fire and blood?

Previously known as: I'll never forgive you Maryam Junaid, a pious, confident young Muslimah who lost her parents in a fire at the age of ten. As the little girl wandered the dangerous streets of New York, she was kidnapped and somehow ended up in the foster home of the Mehmoods. At the young age o

From warring packs, fire and ice collide—destined for passion, danger, and forbidden love. Their intense connection sparks a heat that threatens to ignite their worlds. As secrets and conflict threaten to tear them apart, they must choose: love that defies all odds or succumbing to the chaos around them. Will their love triumph over the flames of war?

Ernest West left the courtroom with wings on his feet. Leaving Don James was, in Ernest's opinion, the best thing he had ever done for himself. No more tense silences. No more Don's silent, smothering adoration. Ernest had been released. Three years have passed since then. Now, what once was the best choice has turned into a noose around their necks. There is a sinister provision buried within the small print of the divorce papers that Ernest's attorney overlooked; they are obligated to live together and manage the small beach hotel that they used to own as a couple for an entire year. Thus, Ernest finds himself back amid the groaning wooden boards and salty panes of glass within the walls of where their love once withered away. However, Don is no longer the same weak and longing man that Ernest abandoned. He now stands as an intimidating pillar of cold indifference, forged by the stony resolve and lack of concern. Not even a passing glance comes from Don’s green eyes, which regard Ernest with only polite reserve. A year of closeness. A year of unresolved tension. A year of dealing with each and every lie that Ernest tried to bury beneath "irreconcilable differences." In the beginning, the plan is a silent battle—appointments stuck to the fridge, dinners taken in different corners of the house. Yet, there’s something about closeness that reveals the whole truth. Ernest discovers the picture albums that Don never discarded. He listens to telephone conversations in the dead of night that reveal the loneliness he feels himself. And gradually, painfully, he discovers that the greatest error made wasn’t the separation. It was letting Don leave.

A warlord with fire in his veins. A captive princess with nothing left to lose. When the Dragon Warlord seizes her crumbling kingdom, Sera expects death—not a collar of gold and a vow of possession. Claimed as tribute, she is taken to the heart of the mountain, where fire breathes and ancient magic sleeps beneath the stone. Rhazien is ruthless, monstrous, and terrifyingly divine. But he is also bound by something older than war: the need to claim. To protect. To own. Sera refuses to break. But as power shifts and passion ignites, she learns that dragons don’t ask. They take. And this warlord doesn’t just want her obedience—he wants her heart. And if she gives it to him, she may never survive the fall. The Dragon Warlord’s Bride is a dark fantasy romance full of possession, power struggles, and slow-burn heat. Perfect for fans of monster lovers, mating bonds, and morally unhinged kings who’d burn the world for their queen.

Here is the story of Raghavi who was living her life happily with her family unaware that her future would bring her nothing but pain. She was a free bird, yearning to soar high in an open sky, unaware that a demon was forging its path to capture her, intending to clip her wings forever. Just a glimpse of her made that demon obsess over her to such an extent that he didn’t hesitate even once to mold her ruthlessly from a chirpy sparrow into a submissive form, it gave his vicious brain a psychotic kind of pleasure which he relished with every hiss of pain left her mouth. She fought with her all might but his manipulations were very strong to win. In the end she lost, bending in front of him on her knees, to leave her. She did whatever she could to make her life easier, she fought the demon and succumbed to his desire but he didn't show mercy to her “Please let me go, you have already snatched everything from me, now I have nothing left to give you, please let me go, I’m begging you” his lips twisted into a wicked smirk as he held her jaws in painful grip moving his face closer to her, making her flinch visibly “oh little sparrow, I will not let you go until I claim your soul, but you have to wait for the right time, which is not now as I'm not done playing with you yet, so enjoy this privilege.”