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Ever heard of a mistress living under the same roof as her lover and his wife? Meet Nirvana Ryan—a woman driven by vengeance. She had one goal: destroy Kaitlyn Moore, the privileged daughter of the powerful Moore family, who ruined her life. To do that, she became the secret lover of Derek Jules, an ambitious man using Kaitlyn to climb the corporate ladder. In the end, Nirvana would marry Derek and take her rightful place as Mrs. Jules. It was a simple plan—until she discovered everything was a lie. Betrayed and left for dead, Nirvana’s life ended in a tragic accident. But fate wasn’t done with her. Waking up in the past, before her downfall, she sees her second chance for what it is: a chance to burn Derek and Kaitlyn’s world to the ground. This time, she’ll be the one pulling the strings. There’s just one problem—Severin Moore. A man lurking close in the shadows and sticking even closer in the light, both her greatest rival and relentless stalker. He decided she was his to protect before she even knew his name. Her own decisions? Irrelevant. He would do whatever it took to keep her within his boundaries of protection—even if it meant ruining or boosting her carefully laid plans. But Nirvana isn’t the kind of woman who bends. Not for his lethal intelligence. Not for his dangerously sexy body. Not for the obsession that haunts her every night. She’s playing her own game and she would make sure to get the revenge she crave.

I had been married to James Tennant for seven years. In that time, he had already kept twenty-nine mistresses, like pretty little canaries in gilded cages. Now, I saw the thirtieth one in our bedroom, young and draped in nothing but a bath towel, lounging across our bed. I turned to him and asked coldly, “Can’t get enough out there, huh? Did you really have to bring her home?” The girl deliberately tugged her towel lower, her pale skin showing as she sneered, “Mr. Tennant says you’re like a dead corpse in bed! He wanted me to teach you how to please a man.” That night, I was forced to watch their little performance right in front of me. The next morning, James was furious at my indifference, resenting me for not reacting. However, he seemed to forget that our marriage was nothing but a contract, and in just one week, that contract would expire.

WARNING:R-18/MATURE SCENE #DAILY UPDATE# Isabella Bennett seems to have everything. She is attractive, has a wealthy husband, and a nice best friend. What more could a girl want? However, something is missing in her life. Her husband cannot fulfill her sexual desires. So, she decides to have a one-night stand with a stranger whom she considers to be the embodiment of sinful pleasure. However, one day, the man who captured her heart, body, soul and mind with just a night standing in front of her house as his step son, her husband's son. Alexander was one heck of a sex god any woman would kill to have. What happens when betrayal, unraveling of truths, revenge sprees amidst steamy romance become the order of the day, and Isabella finds herself being obsessed with her husband's son? Let's find out in this heart racing piece!

David Lidell vomited blood and passed out when he was enraged by his rival in love. When he woke up, he realized he had obtained a super lavish system, and it was asking him to spend a quadrillion dollars. After that, David embarked on the journey toward the pinnacle of his life. David, “I’m not going to pretend anymore. For your information, I am a quadrillionaire…”

The words echoed, a promise she wore like a blindfold. “Give me a chance to prove to you that love is beautiful.” Kensington Darley had believed him. At twenty-six, she was the beautiful, trusting daughter of a gilded cage, and she had willingly traded her own life’s map for the one drawn by her boyfriend. His choices became her destiny; his whispered needs, her sacred law. Until the moment his love demanded her degradation. He didn't ask her to empty a savings account. He didn't ask her to sell the family jewels. He asked for her body, for her dignity, to be sold piece by devastating piece. The debt. It was a cold, unforgiving beast, and the only currency powerful enough to silence it was Kensington's unwilling performance in front of a camera. Every forced smile, every feigned moan, was a knife-edge decision she made in the name of love. She despised the spotlights, the sterile sets, the shame that clung to her like cheap perfume—but she did it. Because she loved him. But as she watches the man she is saving—the man who allowed her to be lost—a single, poisonous question begins to bloom in the darkness of her despair: Does he love her back? If the answer is no, what becomes of a woman who has sacrificed everything for a lie? And how will Kensington Darley ever learn to trust a single word, let alone love, again?

In the third year of our marriage, my wife’s ex-boyfriend of eight years suddenly posted a picture on social media showing off a multi-million-dollar wedding house. His caption read: “Wow, got myself a huge villa, I’m the master of charming women!” I stared in shock at the picture, which showed my wife swiping her card at a sales office, and left a single comment: "?" A second later, my wife called to scold me. “I was just fulfilling a promise I made to him back when we were dating, buying him a house. Why are you getting mad at him?” “What? Are you really going to be so vicious as to force me to break my word?” That evening, her ex showed off another lavish post, this time flaunting a renovation bill worth hundreds of thousands. I knew it was a gift from my wife to please him. But by then, I no longer cared.

I was always different from my brothers; always more sensitive and perceptive. I never knew if this was a gift from the Goddess or not, but my brother, Alpha Kai, used my sixth sense to his advantage and that's what helped raise our pack to infamy. But in the end, it would be that sixth sense which led to my demise - dead before I could even face my mate and his betrayal. My soft heart led to my death, and my trusting nature helped the enemy get ahead with their plans. So here I am, sifting through my memories in the Other and watching my family as they continue to live their lives without me. All the while wishing I could be there with them. **** This is a companion novel to the Bratva Wolves Novels and is not a standalone. Do not read this book if you have not read The Bratva Wolves Collection first.

No dia em que o meu marido perdeu o seu grande amor, fui levada para as profundezas de uma floresta selvagem. Isto porque minha irmã e eu não éramos compatíveis para um transplante de rim. — Mandem alguém ficar de vigia, não deixem que Alice saia. Ela teve a audácia de fingir ser irmã da Laís. Já passou da hora de ela aprender a lição. Fiquei presa na floresta, sobrevivendo nos refúgios de uma caverna. Logo, fui encurralada por animais selvagens. No fim, acabei sendo devorada viva, meu corpo ficou espalhado pela selva. Após a minha morte, ao ver a cena horripilante do meu cadáver, ele enlouqueceu.

Kaia has always failed to transform into a wolf despite the fact that it is normal in her world. All the other people of her age group changed at the first full moon-but not Kaia. Due to this, she has been regarded as a loser, a misfit and a shame. However, all this is different when she hears a dreadful scream in the woods and is sucked into something unusual. Her wolf awakens that night not because of the moon but something has awakened it. Kaia discovers that she is different. She was not meant to change the ordinary way. She was a subject of an experimental project, and her wolf was locked by the plan. She is now hunted by the same people who made her. Assisted by Kieran, a reckless alpha with a cold heart and a dark past, Kaia has to find out who she really is, what she was designed to do, and how to break the system that wants her to be a puppet. During the journey, Kaia and Kieran form an attachment that shakes everything they have been told. But Kaia does not have much time left. The Last Shift is coming and it may either save the werewolf world or tear it apart.

My girlfriend keeps saying that she comes from a poor family, but she gives her childhood sweetheart a yacht on our anniversary. I text her to ask about this, but all she does is berate me. "Who do you think you are? How dare you stick your nose into my business! I'll give anyone whatever I want. My money, my call. Get lost!" Unbeknownst to her, I'm covered in blood on the other end of the line.