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Vanessa and Andre came from different worlds. She struggled to make ends meet, while he was a wealthy and powerful man with everything at his fingertips. Their first encounter was memorable for all the wrong reasons: he embarrassed her, cost her job, and nearly ran her over, splashing water from the road. In retaliation, she broke his car, landing herself in hot water as he threatened to sue if she didn't pay for the damage. Facing unemployment, Vanessa reluctantly accepts Andre's offer to become his assistant, intending to use the opportunity to pay off her debt. But Andre's intentions aren't pure; he plans to torment her to feed his ego, constantly belittling and ridiculing her. However, as they spend more time together, an unexpected connection blossoms. Despite the obstacles, will their budding romance endure?

Amelia lost her parents when she was still young. The only relative she had with her was her brother and she could go any extent to save him. Amelia's brother was imprisoned four years ago for a crime he knew nothing about. she didn't know anything to collect money except doing some bunch of jobs, working at the club until that night, he saved her from sexual harassment at the expense of her job. She had dislikes from him until he offered her a promising life for his financial help, but with conditions, She had to play along as his rich girlfriend for a period of ten months, because his mother never wants him to associate with the lower class. And also without any shorts of feelings for each other. But as we know time is always the winner, who knows what time has decided for them. What happens when Alexander realized he starts to have feelings for a girl from the class of people he detest? Will Alexander agree to assist her brother with all his connection? Read along to find out.

"What do you think we do with the girl after the child is born?" Nevan asked his Beta, "I will make sure to pay the money to her father, she can't leave Midland alive, lest the enemies use her against us." "I Nevan Brown-Daise, the Alpha of the Crescent Blood Moon pack accept you, Elsa, as my mate," he pronounced. He is the Alpha male of his clan, after the war with a rival pack eight years ago, they ambushed him and invited one of the most deadliest witches known to place a curse on him, A curse which would kill him at age 35. He had to bring in an Heir, the next Alpha of their clan before his death although he had no idea where his mate was. Elsa Henderson was the first Daughter of a drunk and a gambler. Her father had made enough bad names to keep him away from the outside. He wanted to sell off his daughters to pay the loanshark and Elsa had to volunteer herself so her younger sister would be left alone. She lives just like any other normal person with no idea about the identity of her wolf which had been sealed by her mother before her disappearance.

"I know you mortals, you'd do anything to earn cash, Why reject this? I'll pay you so much that you'll never have to suffer till you die." She felt belittled by the way he spoke, he was no better than she was! well, except the wealthy part... the handsome part too, he was damn perfect. He knew she had a question because he had his hawk-like eyes on her ever since she arrived. "What is it flower girl? hmm?" he played the words on his lips with a smile. "How many times?" "What? sex?" he asked. This man had no reserve in his tongue. she gulped down saliva with a simple nod, "The doctor said you're fine, so we'll keep doing this until you take my seed in you," *** Six years ago he accidentally killed his sister's husband and only child, She was in so much pain after everything so he promised to do anything for her until she comes with the most unbelievable request. she forced him pay her back by giving her his own child. He had to find a surrogate for the child since he had no family. what happens when he picks a human instead of their own kind? A human who is unaware of her past and the stories related to her mother, the rogue wolf from the blood moon pack.

On our first meeting, the crazy man almost ran me over, I was lucky it was just a splash of water, but still I had to pay him back, he ruined my work clothes with muddy water. I threw a stone at his car, hoping to gain his attention because he had to apologize, but it broke the glass. "You know you're paying for that right? dont worry I'll come to find you" he said, he drove away In hurry, promising to find me soon. ★★★★★ Ashlyn Shor, a young girl with the most troublesome personality, how can she live as a personal assistant to the person she hates most? Her troublesome and crazy Boss who Is the CEO himself.

"After giving you all of me, do i get what i deserve?" The worst mistake ever is falling for the wrong person. Making amends, is it so easy? Two sisters from a wealthy family falling for the weong people. Gina fell in love with her driver, though he doesn't like her, she tries her best to make things work, how will she feel when all her effort are put to waste? Bianca is Gina's older sister, she is forced to get married to the person she hates the most while pregnant with her lover's child, what will she face when the world finds out her secret and the fact that he only used her all these while? read along to find out.

Their life was a total opposite, He is a hitman by profession who does whatever he felt like amd sh is a hopeless orphan what happens when two broken people comes together? Jayden moves to a remote town to hide from his crimes, he meets Bella... Accommodating her after her Father's death, getting used to him alone, he has to go back home. The story takes a turn when she finds out he has a twin brother who is after his life, They both want her, she is only his.

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.

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.

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."

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, 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.

Zane and I were together for ten years. When he had no one, I stayed by his side, supporting his hockey career while believing at the end of all our struggles, I'll be his wife and the only one at his side. But after six years of dating, and four years of being his fiancée, not only did he leave me, but seven months later I receive an invitation... to his wedding! If that isn't bad enough, the month long wedding cruise is for couples only and requires a plus one. If Zane thinks breaking my heart left me too miserable to move on, he thought wrong! Not only did it make me stronger.. it made me strong enough to move on with his favourite bad boy hockey player, Liam Calloway.

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.

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.