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Cleo Carrington used to be Northvale's brightest spark—wild, fearless, impossible to pin down. And then she married Damian Joubert. The most controlled, rigid heir in their world. Damian ran like a machine. Perfect standards. Zero slack. And he expected the same from his wife. Cleo loved noise—clubs, music, bodies moving. He had every venue in the city blacklist her. She loved freedom—the blazing Afriyan sun, the northern lights in Icelorn. She raced cars. She jumped out of planes. He took her passport. Shut it all down.

Tricked. Rejected, and Betrayed. Thinking she has had enough share of this world’s cruelties, Blair's only desire is to end up with the man she has loved her entire life. To her, their marriage is much more than just a contract. When she finds out she's pregnant, her hope increases that he'll reciprocate her love. However, even the contract marriage is just another trick designed by her sister, and Raymond played his part perfectly. Unable to bear his rejection, her only option is to run. But will she let her sister's betrayal destroy her? Will she let the heartbreak stop her from seeking revenge?

Every moment with him tempts me closer to my own destruction. I was supposed to marry Ethan Volkov, the golden-hearted heir of the most feared mafia empire. He thought I was fragile, innocent, easy to control… just another pawn in his game. But his older brother Adrian Volkov had other plans.Ruthless, magnetic, sinfully powerful, he kidnapped me in front of everyone and made it clear I belonged to him… and I couldn’t resist the darkness he brought with him. Adrian doesn’t know I came with a secret mission, one carefully planned from the start, designed to destroy everything he loves. I’m the genius hacker the clan has been hunting for years, and I’ve spent my life preparing for revenge. Every touch ignites a fire I shouldn’t feel. Every look drags me deeper into his dangerous world. And every whisper reminds me of the man I swore I would never love. Hating him should be easy. Killing him should be simple. But craving him… is impossible. In a world ruled by blood, betrayal, and obsession, I’ve fallen for the wrong Brother.

"Willing to wait and still hoping na makilala si Mr. Right! kahit na trenta anyos na ako ay hindi ako kinakabahan na hindi makapag-asawa! Ilang bilyon ba ang tao sa mundo? Kahit isa naman siguro sa mga iyon ay may inilaan si Lord sa akin hindi ba?" ALYANNA Paano mo masasabi kung ang isang lalake ay ang siyang nakatadhana para sa iyo? Ito ang ang palaging tanong ng marami, pero sa katauhan ni Aya na isang probinsiya at hindi hinahanap ang pag-ibig ay bigla na lang itong nanghina ng makita ang isang lalakeng inakala nitong dayo sa lugar nila. Ito ay si Marcus Napoleon, ang anak ng gobernor sa Ilocos Sur. Isang modulo sa Manila na napilitan lang umuwi ng Ilocus Sur dahil sa pakiusap ng ama nito. Pero hindi nito inakala na sa pag-uwi muli nito ay makilala nito si Aya Ramos. Maganda at simpleng dalaga pero brusko ang dating. Hindi maganda ang pagkikita ng dalawa ng sa unang beses na magtagpo ang mga landas ng mga ito ay parang mga aso't pusa ang dalawa. Pero sa muling pagkikita ni Marcus at Aya ay biglang maiiba ang ihip ng hangin. Magkakaroon ng spark at liwanag ang paligid ni Aya na hindi nito maintindihan sa tuwing makikita nitong nakakatitig dito si Marcus. Ito na kaya ang pinakahihintay na pag-ibig ng dalaga o mag-iiwan lang ito ng isang masakit na alala sa buhay ni Aya? Sabay-sabay nating abangan ang kuwento ni Marcus at Aya, at kung paanong ang isang tao na inakala mong mali para sa iyo ay magiging siyang pinaka tamang tao na inilaan ng Diyos sayo.

Lynn Sheldon was finally happy her husband had allowed her to work after caging her for three years. Her happiness turned to despair when she realized her husband had sold her to a ruthless billionaire for one night stand for just four thousand dollars.

I thought I was the Conti family's "legitimate wife." Until the day I saw it with my own eyes, my husband, Christian, resting his hand on my stepsister Emma's bump belly, gentle like he was cradling the future. Everyone told me to be "big-heated": when the baby was born, they'd put it under my name, make him call me Mom, because the family needed an "heir." Even the private doctor they hired announced it in front of everyone—steady heartbeat, and from the ultrasound, it looked like a boy. I didn't cry and didn't make a scene. I just picked up the phone and told my lawyer to initiate the divestment. Twenty-four hours later, Christian's cards were frozen, his projects got their loans yanked, and assets started getting seized— That's when he finally understood: he hadn't betrayed a wife. He'd betrayed the lifeline of the entire family. But what I really wanted to know was— When he dropped to his knees and begged me to come back, would I tell him— I had already picked out his grave?

My boyfriend, Dallas Clarke, had a pick-me girl constantly hanging around him named Olivia Phillips. She knew perfectly well that I had diabetes and could not eat high-sugar foods. Yet, during our hiking trip, she still managed to trick me into eating a high-sugar energy bar, which caused my blood sugar to spike. When I pulled out my insulin pen to inject myself, I discovered with horror that my medication had been replaced with saline solution. Seeing me collapsed on the ground, dry heaving uncontrollably, Olivia smirked in disdain. "You are always so dramatic. It's just sugar, you don't need to act like you're dying. That's why I told Dallas to switch your meds, because you needed to toughen up and build some stamina." I looked toward Dallas, my breathing already becoming labored. "Dallas, give me my medication. If I don't inject insulin soon, I'm going to die..." Dallas frowned slightly. "Don't you think you're being a little overdramatic? I've never heard of anyone dying from a bit of sugar. Olivia's right... You're such an attention seeker. We barely get together as a group, and here you are causing a scene." My heart sank, and I called Dad immediately. "Dad, I'm getting bullied, and I might die! Are you going to do something about it or not?"

My ex-fiancé made me do a blood test the night before our wedding. The next day, he threw the genetic report on my face and dumped me over defective genes. The reason was that the Zimmer family only wanted perfect heirs, and he said that I was not worthy. He broke off the engagement, and instantly married the girl-next-door with perfect genes. Five years later, he reappeared in the hospital, clutching his ill son. He saw my daughter who had similar rashes, and he thought I had given birth to his daughter in secrecy. Little did he know that my daughter had nothing to do with him and only had a mild seafood allergy. I would not be defined by the so-called defective genes again, while me and my daughter live happily and healthily, it was their turn to be destroyed.

At my wedding rehearsal, my fiancé's colleague, Haley Rhodes burst in and tore apart the carefully arranged decor. "Ryan promised he'd marry me!" she shrieked, storming closer, "Who do you think you are?" Without warning, she lunged, grabbing hold of the wedding gown, which was worth a fortune. But she only got so far—she was too heavyset to even squeeze it past her head. I let out a mocking laugh. "Don't tell me you're too big to fit even a plus-size wedding dress?" That really set her off. With grim determination, she forced herself into the gown. But as soon as she did, the delicate fabric tore, leaving absurdly stretched holes across her back and waist. "Too bad the dress is ruined now. But who cares?" she sneered triumphantly. "Ryan loves me. He’ll buy me another wedding gown, anyway." But when the actual wedding began, she got the shock of her life. The groom walking down the aisle wasn’t Ryan at all. It was their boss — Ryan and Haley's boss. Well, I never said this was my wedding.

Louisa Forge didn’t choose this. She was handed over like a bargaining chip — marked by an Alpha she despises, installed in a pack house that doesn’t want her, bound to a man who locks her in her room and calls it mercy. Kaelen is everything a wolf shouldn’t be: cruel, reckless, and hungry for a power he hasn’t earned. But the pack house has another occupant. Julian — former Alpha, widower, a man who has been quietly starving himself to death since the loss of his mate — is supposed to be irrelevant. A ghost in the east wing. Instead he’s the one who checks on her in the night, who brings her sedatives for the pain, who laughs with her over terrible soup until the whole dining room forgets to be miserable. He’s also the one who tells her, very clearly, that what happened between them during her heat meant nothing. He’s lying. They both know it. Caught between a mate bond she never consented to and a connection she can’t name, Louisa is doing what she does best — surviving. She’s building alliances in quiet corners, winning loyalty one small kindness at a time, and carrying a secret that could burn everything to the ground. Because the heir Kaelen is so desperate to claim? It isn’t his.