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Astraea Alora Hera aka Astraea Is the most valuable psychologist of L.M. Hospital she has it all from long black wavy hair a goddess voice and angelic face but not just that she's also a talented doctor and psychologist and no one can resist her charms. but what if one day her path will cross with her childhood crush but now it's not the lovable, sweet and caring Zero that she liked before, it's the complete opposite he's now a complete psycho. She was assigned as his psychologist. the aggressive Zero Elton Seviller can only be tamed by Astraea Alora Hera. Her... Just her. Will Alora be able to cure him? Astraea POV A few years ago I had an accident and lost my memory. now I will work as a psychologist. 1 month ago I graduated from L.U and was assigned to this hospital. I'm just a beginner so I'm still adjusting. So far so good, my colleagues here are kind. I just got rid of my patient who was a victim of r*pe, calming her down and giving her advices, she is slowly getting better compared to when she first came here she was miserable and troubled now she is talking to me and other people here . Today a new patient is coming. I wonder who it will be. Anyway, I was about to go to my office when I heard someone break and scream so I immediately went to it, I saw a familiar person. Did we meet? But wait did he disappear? he was with a lot of guards with him and his hands were handcuffed. He kept looking like a criminal. He was still struggling. He has that intimidating but gorgeous face that every woman could d13 for. I admit it, he's handsome. Doesn't it look like she's too attractive to be taken to a mental hospital? What did he do to bring it here? He's tall, handsome, big built and deep voice exactly like my type-- what am I talking about? "Leave me alone you bvllsh*its" He shouted and struggled. I just saw him here, he seems to be the new patient we are talking about coming here. That person is brave. It will definitely be difficult for the one who will be assigned to be his psychologist. He's handsome and aggressive. when he suddenly looked at me, our eyes met, his gaze was terrifying as if he had seen what he had been dreaming and looking for for a long time. I just looked away and walked to my office because I had to talk to someone important. When I came to my office, I saw a woman, she was beautiful, white and looked like she was in her mid 20's, she stood up when she saw me. "Are you Ms. Amanda Seviller?" He nodded and sat down where he was sitting earlier. I sat in my swivel chair and started Kona "What do you mean?" I will ask. "You... I mean you Ms. Hera." I was surprised by what he said. "What do you mean?" "I need you Ms. Hera, No... My brother needs you. Can you be his personal psychologist?" He begged for it. "What are you saying, if I'm one of you, just look for someone else, there are many good ones out there, why am I still there?" It's weird because it's too much. "As long as you have to do is take care of my brother, I will pay you big, big big. no matter how much you pay, how much do you want 500 thousand? 1 million? Name it. I heard that when you save money, you want to travel. Don't you want it? Your job will be simple, you should always be by your brother's side. Deal or no deal? Think carefully Ms. Hera." when he convinces me. I thought about it. Maybe he really loves his older brother, right? "Fine...Deal. Who is your brother? What's he like?" I will ask. It's like we have an idea who will take care of me, right? "Ah my brother? He's the one who just arrived earlier." I was shocked by what he said. Huh!? "What?!" I screamed. Does he mean the one that disappeared earlier? What trouble did you get yourself into, Astraea? Someone's POV The guards escorted me to this fckg mental hospital because I'm crazy... crazy for her. i saw a familiar figure from afar. Finally. "Found you." I whispered to myself with a smirk. How I miss her, She's still as gorgeous as ever. I badly want to hug her but these useless bvllsh*t guards are stopping me. You have a day with me too. "Arghh get off me you b@st*rds if I ever escape here I'll k*ll every one of you. Mark my words."

"Allen, get over it. You can shoot with me later!" I screamed loudly. It looked at me but quickly avoided it. I can still see him shaking his head. I heard the laughter of the students I was with today in the Basketball gym. although that was shouted against my will, I could not do anything. My pocket depends on it for a week. I didn't pay attention to the few people who were close to me who almost became flies in my ears. I saw the grin of my female best friend, who was now sitting where the other players of our school's Basketball team were sitting. She can sit there because she is the girlfriend of Jackson, who is the Captain of our team who is a friend of 'Ace' Allen. I could see him from where I was sitting because our team was on the other side. Here I sit in the part where our team's opponent is. 'It's like looking at my damn best friend.' I was stunned when the referee blew his whistle. I didn't realize that I had been staring at my best friend for so long and was no longer focused on the game. "THREE POINTS FOR GOMEZ!" the Announcer shouted. A loud scream erupted inside the gym. I looked at the score board for a moment. 78-54. Only our team. "WHOO! YOU ARE GOOD MY BABY. YOU'LL GIVE ME THREE KISSES LATER TOO!" Another shame came out of my mouth. I looked at my good best friend, who almost fell out of his seat because of laughter. I noticed Allen glancing at me but he also quickly returned his gaze to the person watching over him when our eyes met. The ball was theirs again, in an instant he grabbed it. Awesome! It dribbles the ball. I saw a small smile on his lips. Don't get excited. Just dare.' I glanced at the paper I was holding. Everything I'm going to shout when Allen shoots is written here. "THREE POINTS FOR GOMEZ!" 'L*nghiy* why is it coming from?!' I blew out air before shouting what was written on the paper. "LET'S GO, BABY. THREE ROUNDS LATER." The basketball gym roared with laughter from the students. My good best friend also fell off the chair. Jackson gave him a worried look, but my good friend didn't seem to mind and returned to his seat. The suppression of laughter is still evident here. 'I wish you would fart!' I never thought that an introvert like me could do this just for money. Kelly is holding my money that I have saved from working part-time jobs. He forcibly took my money from me and threatened that if I didn't do his dare, it would rot in his hands. Kelly is rich, so I know he won't touch it because it's just a coin to him. Also, even though that girl likes to tease me, she is not that kind of person. He said he just wants me to have a love life because I'm getting old. Even though I'm only 17. mom even lets me play. He also said he wanted Allen for him because he said he had no girlfriend since birth. Even the lips are said to be fresh. 'L*nghh girl. How rude!' The referee whistled to signal a short time out. I glanced at the score board again. we are still alone and only four minutes left. It looks like another win again for the school basketball team. I wish! 'My Baby can do that, I mean Allen.' The referee blew his whistle again. The players of both teams went to the middle of the court at the same time. The opponent has the ball. I stared hard and barely blinked at what Allen was watching. Mud! His big man, I mean his body is so wide that it's like he's not in high school. They are the same height as Allen but his body is really different. Allen isn't thin, his body is just right and he's wide, but not as wide as the person he's guarding. 'It's like the body of the bouncer is double the body of the person he's guarding.' I gasped when it hit Allen's shoulder, but Allen didn't even fall even though I knew it was too strong. I don't know if the man could have done that because the referee didn't kick him. And I don't even know anything about the game of basketball. the man couldn't get away from Allen no matter what he did so he was caught because he held the ball for so long. His eyes were sharp and angry looking at Allen. I felt nervous when his angry eyes landed on me. I pinched my left leg because of fear. My eyes moved around as if looking for something. It stopped right in the eyes of Allen who was also looking at me now. My eyes narrowed when he mouthed 'I'll protect you' which messed up my brain. 'Why would he do that for me?' I looked away from it and it landed on my best friend who now had a big smile on his lips. 'Another weird one!' The game resumed, and as expected, our basketball team won. I was about to leave because I was too embarrassed but the mic made a noise that hurt the ears of the students present. My eyes searched for Kelly, she was in the middle and she was holding the mic. He looked at me with a smile on his lips. 'Mud! what nonsense is he going to do again?!' "May I have your attention, please?" he began. "That girl." This taught me that the students immediately turned to my place.

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.

Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins-a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. "It's time to reveal your true identity, darling."

For three years, I documented the slow death of my marriage in a black journal. It was my 100-point divorce plan: for every time my husband, Blake, chose his first love, Ariana, over me, I deducted points. When the score hit zero, I would leave. The final points vanished the night he left me bleeding out from a car crash. I was eight weeks pregnant with the child we had prayed for. In the ER, the nurses frantically called him-the star surgeon of the very hospital I was dying in. "Dr. Santos, we have a Jane Doe, O-negative, bleeding out. She's pregnant, and we're about to lose them both. We need you to authorize an emergency blood transfer." His voice came over the speaker, cold and impatient. "I can't. My priority is Miss Whitfield. Do what you can for the patient, but I can't divert anything right now." He hung up. He condemned his own child to death to ensure his ex-girlfriend had resources on standby after a minor procedure.

Winter Josh is a kind and warmhearted girl who had engaged to Etan Lloyd when she was a child. However, her step-sister, who was jealous of her position, appearance, and personality, wanted to take her place to marry Etan Lloyd when she met the handsome and powerful man. And so that’s what she did. Unexpectedly, Etan Lloyd, who used to be an arrogant, proud, and heartless CEO, was seriously crippled in a car accident and left wheelchair-bound. This made Winter Josh’s stepsister lose her mind,she immediately broke the engagement and forced Winter Josh to marry the disabled CEO instead of her. Winter Josh had no choice but to obey, and she determined to cure her husband as possible as she can. But to her surprise, her husband, who had been confined to a wheelchair for a long time, was never crippled! Instead, he is even healthier, stronger, and more powerful than before. Since then a new love story begins...

At my best friend's birthday party, I drank tainted wine and passed out. When I woke up, I heard the doctor say it could cause severe nerve damage. I teased my fiancé Cayden Hewitt, asking who I was and where I was. He hesitated, staring at me, then called my rival Liam Hewitt. "You're Julia. He's your fiancé. You're getting married soon." I froze, thinking he was joking too. My best friend, Vivian Green, slipped her arm through Cayden's, looking every bit like a couple in love. Eventually, I was about to marry Liam. But Cayden, with eyes red from emotion, stood in front of the car to stop it, pleading, "Julia, don't marry him. I've realized I can't let you go."

Five years ago, Bettina Rowe was wounded in her abdomen to save Asher Lambert, which caused her not to get pregnant. Asher had told her that he would never want a baby. But he eventually entertained the idea of surrogacy. He chose Betsy Sugden, a college student who resembled Bettina, to give birth to his baby. Asher didn't know that Bettina had already decided to divorce him when he brought up that idea.

Her sister is marrying her ex. So she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. What could possibly go wrong? Savannah Hart thought she was over Dean Archer-until her sister, Chloe announces she's marrying him. The same man Savannah never stopped loving. The man who left her heartbroken... and now belongs to her sister. A weeklong wedding in New Hope. One mansion full of guests. And a very bitter maid of honor. To survive it, Savannah brings a date-her charming, clean-cut best friend, Roman Blackwood. The one man who's always had her back. He owes her a favor, and pretending to be her fiancé? Easy. Until fake kisses start to feel real. Now Savannah's torn between keeping up the act... or risking everything for the one man she was never supposed to fall for.

My husband handed me divorce papers on our anniversary. It was a "temporary maneuver," he said, to appease his pregnant mistress until she gave birth to his heir. Then he left me to die in a storm and forced me to give my blood to save her, threatening my parents' graves when I refused. He called me a "blood bag" and expected me to wait patiently for his return. He thought he knew his practical, loving wife. He was about to meet the queen who would take his crown, his company, and his entire world.

Ten days before my wedding, I learned my fiancé-the man who swore to heal my abandonment issues-was cheating for a "final taste of freedom." His betrayal cost me our unborn child, and then he had the audacity to beg me to give my blood to save his mistress's life. He expected to see me walking down the aisle, but I planned a different kind of show: a wedding gift that would be his public execution.

My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend. From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down." That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny. But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded. I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said." Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off." My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers. I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal. Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing. As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury. In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho." How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me? Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault? Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred? I would not be his victim. Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done. I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties. This was not an escape; this was my rebirth. Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.