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What happens when a lady with super strength falls in love with a cute vulnerable surgeon? I don't know what you are thinking but here's what happens.. She bullies him!!!.. crazy right?, But that's why she's called Hannah .. I can't tell you much, so I'll just give you a little preview.. Crazy Hannah She walked out of the hospital with Sofia and both started walking home.. their houses was a bit far from the hospital, and would take them about an hour on foot.. but the duo wouldn't mind.. according to Hannah, they have a lot of expenses to take care of, it was better to walk home than waste 20 bucks on a cab.. "Oh Hannah I can't wait to see the chairman's son..they say he's so cute and looks like an angel from above" Sofia said dreamily.. "Hmmh, angel indeed, I bet he looks like an owl" Hannah mumbled "An owl?.. Hannah we are talking about the chairman's son, one of the best surgeons in Korea, he has been living in France since he was little, he has about a thousand maids and guards at his beck and call, I heard only his cream is worth a fortune.. how can someone who's face cream is enough to buy your whole house look like an owl?" Sofia asked unbelievably.. "Those are just rumors Sofia.. trust me, those nurses at the hospital are liars" she said yawning "I feel so tired, I can't wait to sleep" she added "You're tired? But it's not night already, are you okay?" Sofia asked worriedly "I'm not okay. I was in the theater assisting different doctors for the five surgeries we had, I mean they get to change the doctors but not me..why?" Hannah asked standing beside the pothole filled with dirty water from the rain that fell that afternoon.. the road to the hospital was totally free, so she didn't have to worry about incoming cars. "Uhh.. because you're one of the most intelligent nurses?" Sofia said more like a question Hannah scoffed and rolled her eyes. "It's true.. you're one of H.R's best nurses.. you're very intelligent, smart, strong and beautiful, in one word, you are the bomb Hannah" Sofia said smiling. "Awwn that's sweet" Hannah cooed and playfully punched Sofia.. who frowned and started rubbing her arm. "Hannah!.. that was painful" she hurled "Sorry Sofia, I didn't mean to hurt you" "I Know, but you have to learn to hit things or people lightly, or you might end up Killing someone" Sofia said looking at the sky.. "I am trying my best Sofie, but it's hard.. no matter how lightly I hit someone, it's always painful" Hannah said sadly "Don't worry, we'll work on it later, what's the time by the way?" Sofia asked "Uhm, I'll check my phone" she opened her bag and started searching for it, she finally saw it and brought it out.. she was about to tap the screen when a car passed with full speed and splashed the dirty water on her white nurse uniform.. causing her phone to fall in the process.. "Oh my goodness! Hannah are you okay?" Sofia asked looking her over.. her uniform was totally soaked with the dirty water. "No I'm not" Hannah replied looking at her phone. It was already broken the screen was separated from the case.. "I'm gonna deal with that punk!" She muttered and started running after the car.. "Hannah please no.. you might kill someone.. wait!" Sofia said running after her, but Hannah was already close to the car, she ran ahead of it and stopped a few metres from the incoming car with her hands up.. ordering the car to stop.. Harry quickly stepped on the break with his eyes closed.. he slowly opened his eyes to see the lady motioning him to come out of the car.. he angrily opened the door of his white Ferrari and stepped out angrily.. "Are you crazy? Huh? Do you want to kill yourself? Even if you want to die, can't you at least jump from a building or from a bridge.. do you want innocent citizens to pay for your craziness?" He asked angrily.. But she just continued glaring at him.. "Hey, psycho Lady can't you talk? Huh.. or are you " He stopped when she raised her palm up, telling him to shout up, he was so angry, how can she just order him to shout up.. "Hey .. who?, Who do you think you are? Huh?.. do you Know me, do you Know who I am?" He asked already getting scared . "Who the heck are you? Are you the president? I don't even care!.. all I want is my money!" She said angrily Harry was already getting scared, this was his first day in Korea and it was already getting bad.. his fears increased when he saw another lady running towards them.. she Finally stopped and started breathing heavily.. are they robbers or what?. He had heard stories about female robbers once before. "Which.. which money are you talking about?" He stuttered "You splashed water on me, causing my phone to fall in the process, now it's totally broken because of you!.. do you know how much I bought it!!.. do you Know how I managed to get it?" She asked angrily "Look .. I'm sorry okay, but I'm really late for a meeting now." He muttered

Leonardo DiCaprio is the CEO of DiCaprio Global Inc. He is a 28-year-old arrogant, proud, and handsome playboy, residing in Rome, Italy. However, his carefree lifestyle comes to an end when his grandfather forces him to marry a 23-year-old Nigerian lady.

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.

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 roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand. Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn. She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back.

My husband Julian celebrated our five-year anniversary by sleeping with his mistress. He thought I was a clueless trophy wife, too dim to notice the vanilla and tuberose scent on his expensive suits. He was wrong. For years, I played Mrs. Vance, hiding my brilliance while Julian claimed my patents. An anonymous email confirmed his ultimate betrayal: photos of him and Scarlett Kensington in ecstasy. My heart didn't break; it solidified into ice at five years wasted. I activated "The Protocol" for a new identity and escape countdown. Playing the doting wife, I plotted his downfall, catching him with his mistress selling my work, and publicly snapping his credit card. His betrayals and stolen work ignited a cold, calculated fury. He had no idea the monster he'd created. I was dismantling his empire. I shredded his patent papers, stripping him of his ill-gotten gains. With a final tap, I initiated "Identity Erasure." Mrs. Vance was dead. Dr. Evelyn Thorne had just begun her counterattack.

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.

Stella Judd worked hard for her entire life, in return, she only got endless deception and oppression and died without dignity. However, she was reborn with time turning back. She vowed to never again let anyone who had bullied her get anything out of her. She got away from a very vicious family and got rich by her own hands. Nevertheless, she felt in love with a cripple. Although he was a cripple, Stella wanted to protect her husband and live in peace, but she didn't expect that her crippled husband suddenly turned into the distinguished Prime Minister! What's more, not only he was not lame anymore, but also he walked with her through life and death.

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.

The rain assaulted the glass, mirroring the storm inside me. For three years, I, Vivian Sterling, played the perfect wife to Julian Kensington, draining my life. The antique clock ticked, a reminder of time lost. Then, I found it: a blonde hair on Julian's suit, reeking of Midnight Rose, and a text, ""Candy: You left your cufflinks on my nightstand. I'm already missing you."" My world shattered, revealing his betrayal. This was just the beginning. I exposed Julian's fraud and his family's violent plots, surviving assassination. But their malice stole my past. Then Alexander Vance, my protector, uncovered a terrifying truth: my birth mother was alive, held captive by a shadowy order. My life was a lie, built to shield me from my dangerous bloodline. I found strength and love with Alexander, the man who walked into fire for me. Yet, as I prepared to rescue my mother, a new life stirred within me, a secret threatening to complicate the impending war.

"We're friends," I said, voice barely steady. Aaron's lips curled, slow and cruel. "No, we're not." "Friendship's too pure for this." His hand slid to my waist, hot and claiming as he yanked me flush against him. "Do friends kiss like this?" He kissed me. Hard. Possessive. "Or grab each other like this?" A squeeze to my ass. A gasp. "Or think filthy little thoughts?" His breath burned against my ear. "Touch themselves to it?" My cheeks flamed. My body betrayed me. "Stop lying, Venus." His voice was a growl. "I feel it. Every time I'm near you." I whispered, "But you don't even like me." His smile was pure sin. "I don't have to like you to fuck you." Then the offer: "Let's get it out of our system. No lies. No strings. Just truth." He grabbed my chin, eyes lit with hunger. "Say the word, princess." A whisper against my lips- "I'll ruin you." And God help me... I wanted him to. --------- Aaron Sinclair needs a bride to claim his inheritance. Venus Carter needs a miracle to save her dying mother. What begins as a cold contract marriage spirals into a dangerous game of buried trauma, stolen identities, and forbidden attachment. He's ruthless, closed off, and refuses to love. She's resilient, lost, and refuses to stay unloved. But when secrets unravel revealing a stolen childhood, a tragic past, and a vengeful stepmother, their fake marriage is the only thing standing between them and destruction. In a world ruled by power and silence, will love dare to speak first or break them both instead?

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.