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When Kristine Iglesias discovers about her boyfriend's cheating, she chooses the ultimate weapon for her revenge: A one night stand with his enemy. The irresistible, dominating, heartless billionaire, Zayne Nightwood. One night all it took to change the flow of her life. An irresistible desire sparked between them. Both of them began to crave each other badly. One night. One opportunity. The news of their one night stand and her pregnancy spread like fire caught on silk. A scandal was created, risking both hers and his image, But there was a catch. Everyone thought Zayne got her pregnant but the child was not Zayne's but Edric's. In her one drunken mistake, she saw an opportunity, a dark path to annihilate all the obstacles, to make all her enemies pay. Subsequently, Kristine and Zayne decide to marry, to fool the public and avoid allegations. All on the demand that she will be all Zayne's. From her soul to every inch of her pretty skin. From her life to that unborn child's life– all shall belong to him. Because according to him, she was his leash, his tamer, she 'should' be his. When both of them had secretive motives behind this marriage, trusting each other or falling in love was going to be hard. But how can they resist each other when both of them got addicted to each other?

Having a contract marriage with the ruthless and most deadly mafia ace, Nathaniel Alroy, was going to be Zariah Ezekiel's biggest mistake. She, who was known as the 'human killing machine', could have done anything for him, she was blind for him, she knew he was her only weakness. In fact, according to Zariah- 'Fuck my leadership, responsibilities, expectations, all I want was him to be mine. All mine.' And he took advantage of it, he used it. He started their marriage by dominating her, restricting her life to his commands so she could become his 'doll'. Because according to Nathaniel- 'She will dance around fingers like a puppet and then... I will crush her like a delicate rose.' Both of them have contrary perspectives about each other, their marriage was useless, a show for the underworld. Both of them had their own hidden, dark, intentions in which the mention of sincerity was absent. Discard their feelings, their purpose was their priority which was- Another's defeat. Can Zariah revive the man she once lost?

"For the next ten minutes, I will seduce you and if the word 'Please' escapes your lips. You lose." "And what will happen if I lose?" I asked hurriedly, not moving my eyes from his atrocious one, breathless, tempted, but also scared. "You will let me touch you. With. Your. Consent." *** A one night mistake. A slap. Garnet was going to regret slapping the most manipulative and desirable billionaire, Roy Layne. He tried to know the secret behind her tears but it ended up in a game of revenge. After finding her as his new PA, he gained a chance to teach her a lesson for the slap, to beckon her in his charm. To make her his using all possible means. But, at the same time, his insensitive brother, Lucien Layne, claims that he knows Garnet's dark past and had selected her as his prey. When both Brothers have set their eyes on the same woman, who is going to win?

Eliana Duke was forced to marry her ex, Kyle Hudson, by the man she loved passionately. As a human, she had no idea the man she was attached to was a beastly werewolf- The Alpha of the Crimson Heart Pack, Alpha Denzel Reynolds. He came to kill her initially. But upon seeing that she is a human and so younger than him. He couldn't do it. So he decided to separate her from his life entirely by forcing her to marry Kyle, forgetting all the promises, the beautiful talks he once made with her. But, could it stop the attraction of the mate-bond? Can the distances kill the love she once had for the Alpha and devote to her husband?

“I only married you for revenge. You are not my wife nor will I ever consider you one.” *** When the cold-hearted billionaire, Dariel Cannedy, got cheated by his ex-wife, he decided to marry Saafia Blooms as revenge. To him, it was- ‘My employee married my wife and I will marry his girlfriend. Simple as that.’- just to hurt the cheaters, to break them, to make them suffer. Saafia was against all of it, she believed in forgiveness, in kindness but Dariel’s heart was tainted black. Two people. Different thoughts, emotions, lives, demeanor. They were like light and dark. Still got married. Working this mismatched marriage was impossible; an incomplete tale- can they make the impossible possible?

Passionate hearts can break every limit for the one they love. This sounds perfect for Rayan's story who hid the intense feelings he had for Irsa but before he could make a move, it was too late- Isra was getting married. He wanted to move on- but things didn't go as planned. It was said that lost time can't be regained again. And he lost his, He had lost the person he loved all his life. What's left for him was to watch Isra slipping out of his life while he was losing his own identity, Isra lived her life peacefully, accepting what fate brought her but he couldn't; willing to twist destiny if he had to seize a little shred of 'non-existent love' Isra had in her heart for him. Willing to arouse doubts and heartbreaks knowing it all too well she doesn’t love him back.

An Entangled Love… *** Erich Black and Red Bennet, upholding the image of the unbreakable couple in the fashion industry, strengthened their bond with marriage. Unaware of the haunting demons of their past chasing them. When the Dark Seductress- April Lopez and Absolute Charmer- Lucifer Grave become the hindrance of their path, the posture of their baseless bond would break. Shattering the bond Erich and Red 'has' Or Red and Lucifer 'had' But, To be honest, it was nothing but an etched memory of despair from 3 years ago. The past they left behind is now re-awakened. Will it perish their future or will they find redemption in this tale of heartbreak?

"Zain, I want to be with you, forever." "But, I don't." *** Hoorain Ahmed, being the youngest and most loved child, was never known to have pain. When someone who was brought up with extreme affection faced the problem of love with the person who doesn't love her back, things went quite troubling. She was secretly in love with her professor… and brother’s best friend! Zain Bukhari, was a responsible and short tempered man. Being the eldest son, he was carrying the pride of his parents. Sadly, things went downhill when Hoorain confessed. Because he had no intentions of forming a bond with his student. Under all circumstances, Zain never felt obliged to return her love- even when their destiny collided- he never did.

He always shows his dominance and she always obeys him. The only one who can remove and elicit them from her is Him. Will he ever take pity upon her and save her? Or he's gonna shatter her with his cruelty? Ester Willows, is a delusional girl and believing betterment in future she marries him and is willing to cross every limit to work her marriage out. Desmond La Corte, a cold hearted person. He is very proficient in masking his real emotions by his menacing attitude and he is trying his best to annul his marriage. Two different personalities and with two different purposes. How are they gonna work their marriage out?

Evelyn Sawyer, Loves him; Adrian Bayford as long as she can remember. She grew up with those intense affectionate feelings for him and he didn't think about her feelings and rejected her. But no matter how broken she was, she never showed how much his rejection hurt her. Little do she know that fate had decided test her. In an unpredictable turns of event, She was forced to face something she never imagined, marrying the brother of the person who broke her heart; Lawrence Bayford. The man with a heart of gold and pure affection, A Prince Charming but with a glint of anger issues. But, will she accept Lawrence? How will he react after knowing his wife, loved none other than his own brother? What will happen now? Living in the same house as her lifetime love as his Sister-In-Law. Will her marriage work? Will she ever be able to love her husband?

Rebecca Morris, Stuck in an undesirable situation of marrying the guy who gave his heart to her sister but her father who thought of her as nothing but contempt, used the situation to his advantage when Ryan Knight proposed to marry his daughter. By using a cheap trick, he finally threw away his disgrace, bounding her life with a guy who loved her sister dearly. Ryan Knight, when left with no choice but to spend his life with a person he doesn't want to, an arousal for revenge to make their lives hell blind him as he swore to break each and every person of the family who deceived him. Starting with his wife who married him knowing that he loves his sister. ...Being ignorant of the fact that all of them are victims of this.....

"You won't expect love from me and will please me whenever, wherever I want." *** Passionate bonds linger in their relation which are ignorant to both of them. The strings that pulled them close to each other whenever they tried to isolate themselves from it. They were different, he knows she was his since the moment she was born but she didn't. Even knowing that he began to hate love and turn their bond, which can be the eternal source of gratification into a dusty tomb. Because someone, who isn't meant for him, cheated on him. What will happen when Christian Elvis, a person with a golden heart taint black marries Sophie Skye, a normal girl just to fulfill his lust and a promise he made to someone dear to him and turn their marriage which can become salvation for them into nothing but a mere show of ravish feelings?

It is neither love nor lust. It was nothing but an Obsession. And I am nothing but his ETERNAL OBSESSION. *** Violet Cadhill, A normal girl, enjoying her life and doing a simple job at the bakery with the dream of opening her own one day. Being a painfully oblivious girl, she couldn't notice the despair chasing her. When Raymond Smith, an arrogant billionaire saw her for the first time, he was instantly attracted to her as the urge to make her his was aroused in him and he was willing to do anything to get her. Blind in the fire of possession, he forced her to marry him. Aware of the fact his actions are not the result of his love but rather... obsession.

“You don't even know what limits I have crossed just to get you, Candice.” *** None of this was supposed to happen. They both were so different. Candice Whale, a woman of strong facades. Tyler Moretti, a ruthless mafia leader. They were never a match. But, when he desires her, nothing could stop him from possessing her. What methods he might use are better left unanswered but he is going to write her fate with his own hands. When Tyler and Candice get bounded with each other eternally in an unfortunate event, she is left with no choice but to accept him wholeheartedly- being ignorant of what he does and how much menace resides in him. But, the question left is whether the unexpected bond forged with love was just fate or the devil has planned this all along?

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world. In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief." But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius. Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be.

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch—a titan of industry and my best friend’s father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun. Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos. As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage. The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice. Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her.

I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn. Beside me lay Ezra Gardner—my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers. He didn’t offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement. "Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins." He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend’s apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I’d spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes. I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe. "Showtime, Mrs. Gardner." Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend’s face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down.

My husband, Ethan Vance, made me his trophy wife. My best friend, Susanna Thorne, helped me pick out my wedding dress. Together, they made me a fool. For three years, I was Mrs. Ethan Vance, a decorative silence in his billion-dollar world, living a quiet routine until a forgotten phone charger led me to his office. The low, feminine laugh from behind his door was a gut-punch; inside, I found Ethan and Susanna, my "best friend" and his CMO, tangled on his sofa, his only reaction irritation. My divorce declaration brought immediate scorn and threats. I was fired, my accounts frozen, and publicly smeared as an unstable gold-digger. Even my own family disowned me for my last cent, only for me to be framed for assault and served a restraining order. Broke, injured, and utterly demonized, they believed I was broken, too ashamed to fight. But their audacious betrayal and relentless cruelty only forged a cold, unyielding resolve. Slumped alone, a restraining order in hand, I remembered my hidden journal: a log of Ethan's insider trading secrets. They wanted a monster? I would show them one.

Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.

The acrid smell of smoke still clung to Evelyn in the ambulance, her lungs raw from the penthouse fire. She was alive, but the world around her felt utterly destroyed, a feeling deepened by the small TV flickering to life. On it, her husband, Julian Vance, thousands of miles away, publicly comforted his mistress, Serena Holloway, shielding her from paparazzi after *her* "panic attack." Julian's phone went straight to voicemail. Alone in the hospital with second-degree burns, Evelyn watched news replays, her heart rate spiking. He protected Serena from camera flashes while Evelyn burned. When he finally called, he demanded she handle insurance, dismissing the fire; Serena's voice faintly heard. The shallow family ties and pretense of marriage evaporated. A searing injustice and cold anger replaced pain; Evelyn knew Julian had chosen to let her burn. "Evelyn Vance died in that fire," she declared, ripping out her IV. Armed with a secret fortune as "The Architect," Hollywood's top ghostwriter, she walked out. She would divorce Julian, reclaim her name, and finally step into the spotlight as an actress.

Serena Vance, an unloved wife, clutched a custom-made red velvet cake to her chest, enduring the cold rain outside an exclusive Upper East Side club. She hoped this small gesture for her husband, Julian, would bridge the growing chasm between them on their third anniversary. But as she neared the VIP suite, her world shattered. Julian's cold, detached voice sliced through the laughter, revealing he considered her nothing more than a "signature on a piece of paper" for a trust fund, mocking her changed appearance and respecting only another woman, Elena. The indifference in his tone was a physical blow, a brutal severance, not heartbreak. She gently placed the forgotten cake on the floor, leaving her wedding ring and a diamond necklace as she prepared to abandon a marriage built on lies. Her old life, once a prison of quiet suffering and constant humiliation, now lay in ruins around her. Three years of trying to be seen, to be loved, were erased by a few cruel words. Why had she clung to a man who saw her as a clause in a will, a "creature," not a wife? The shame and rage hardened her heart, freezing her tears. Returning to an empty penthouse, she packed a single battered suitcase, leaving behind every symbol of her failed marriage. With a burner phone, she dialed a number she hadn't touched in a decade, whispering, "Godfather, I'm ready to come home."

Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit. The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena. This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone.