Synopsis: In the shimmering city of The Golden Bridge, Liam Morgan reigns as a powerful and ruthless CEO, a far cry from the quiet, brilliant boy who once endured relentless torment in high school. When Hazel Whitmore-the once-charismatic queen bee who made his life miserable-unwittingly lands a job at his company, fate grants Liam the perfect opportunity for revenge. But as the two collide in a battle of wills, their shared past resurfaces, and an unexpected spark ignites between them. Beneath the layers of bitterness and power struggles lies a fragile connection that neither can deny. However, their love is anything but simple. Whispers of betrayal and sabotage threaten to tear them apart, fueled by those who will stop at nothing to keep them from being together. And when Hazel stumbles upon the mystery of her true parentage, she and Liam must navigate a dangerous web of secrets, lies, and long-buried truths. Caught between revenge and redemption, love and hate, Liam and Hazel must decide if their connection can withstand the shadows of their past-and the storm waiting to engulf them in the present. "Love isn't a game " is a tale of passion, vengeance, and the transformative power of love, set against the backdrop of a city as captivating and treacherous as its inhabitants.
The city's pulse was relentless, a backdrop of muted chaos that seeped into the walls of Morgan Enterprises. Liam Morgan stood by the massive windows in his corner office, his reflection faintly superimposed over the sprawling skyline of the Golden Bridge. His grip on the edge of his desk tightened as the intercom buzzed again.
"Mr. Morgan, Miss Whitmore has arrived."
The name felt like a ghost in the air, whispering memories of a past he thought he'd buried. Liam inhaled slowly, forcing the tension out of his body. He couldn't let her see it-the cracks, the lingering bitterness.
"Send her in," he said, his voice smooth but tinged with a calm malice.
The door opened, and the air shifted. Hazel Whitmore stepped inside, her heels clicking on the polished hardwood. She was poised, her chin held high, and her smile as bright as ever, though Liam caught the faintest hesitation in her stride.
"Mr. Morgan," she greeted, her voice laced with an attempt at professionalism.
Liam turned, letting his gaze sweep over her. She hadn't changed much-still radiating the same confidence that once made her untouchable. But there was something softer now, something almost vulnerable.
"Miss Whitmore," he said, the corner of his mouth lifting into a calculated smirk. "It's been a while."
Hazel's eyes narrowed slightly, her smile faltering. "Yes. It has."
Liam gestured to the chair in front of his desk. "Please, have a seat."
She hesitated but complied, placing her bag on her lap. Liam remained standing, watching her for a beat longer than necessary before circling his desk and sitting down. He picked up her resume, his fingers brushing the edges of the paper as if it were something to be studied, dissected.
"I see you're applying for a position in the marketing department," he began, his tone detached, almost bored. "An interesting choice, considering your background."
Hazel leaned forward slightly. "I believe my experience speaks for itself."
Liam arched a brow. "Does it?"
Her jaw tightened, but she didn't break eye contact. "I've worked hard to get where I am. I can prove I'm capable."
The corner of his mouth twitched. "I don't doubt your capability, Miss Whitmore. I doubt your... resilience."
Hazel blinked, her confusion quickly masked by a forced smile. "I'm not sure what you mean."
Liam leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Let's just say I remember a time when you thrived on making others feel small. I wonder how well you'd fare on the other side of that equation."
The room fell silent. Hazel's face hardened, the professional mask slipping for just a moment.
"That was a long time ago," she said, her voice low but steady. "People grow up."
"Do they?" Liam asked, tilting his head. "Or do they just get better at hiding their true selves?"
Hazel's lips parted, a retort clearly forming, but she bit it back. Liam could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers gripped the strap of her bag. He was pushing her, testing her limits, and it was thrilling.
"Why did you apply here?" he asked abruptly, breaking the silence.
Hazel blinked, caught off guard. "Excuse me?"
"You had options," he said, leaning forward now, his voice softer but no less pointed. "Why this company? Why my company?"
For a moment, she looked at him like she didn't recognize him. The boy she once tormented had been quiet, unassuming, easy to dismiss. This man was something else entirely-sharp, unyielding, and entirely in control.
"I didn't realize it was your company," she said finally, her tone even but defensive. "I applied because it's one of the best in the industry. My skills align with the position, and I thought I could make a difference here."
Liam's gaze didn't waver. "And now that you know who's in charge?"
Hazel hesitated, then lifted her chin. "I'm not afraid of you, Liam."
The name hung in the air between them, a reminder of their shared history. Liam's smirk faded, replaced by something more calculating.
"Good," he said after a moment. "Fear would be boring."
Hazel's eyes narrowed, but she didn't reply. Liam stood, walking to the window and looking out at the Golden Bridge.
"You'll start Monday," he said, his back to her.
"What?"
He turned, his expression unreadable. "You wanted the job. It's yours."
Hazel rose from her seat, her confusion evident. "Just like that?"
Liam smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Just like that."
She stared at him for a long moment, as if trying to decipher his motives. But Liam gave nothing away, his calm exterior betraying none of the turmoil beneath.
"Thank you," she said finally, her voice cautious.
"Don't thank me yet," he replied. "This is just the beginning."
Hazel's gaze lingered on him, searching for something she couldn't quite name. Then, without another word, she turned and walked out, her heels clicking against the floor.
As the door closed behind her, Liam exhaled slowly, his smirk returning.
"Let's see how far you've really grown, Hazel," he murmured to himself.
And beneath the golden hues of the city skyline, the game had only just begun.
"Kidnapped by the man I left behind..." At twenty-five, Eleanor's world shatters when she wakes up in an unfamiliar room-luxurious, cold, and far from home. Her kidnapper? Alex Adams, the most feared and dangerous mafia boss in Golden City... and the boy she once loved. Years ago, they shared a fleeting, secret romance during a summer at her grandmother's house. Back then, Alex was quiet, sweet, and hopelessly in love. But when Eleanor vanished without a word, she left him heartbroken-and obsessed. He swore he'd find her again. And he did. Now Alex isn't the boy she remembered-he's possessive, powerful, and dead set on never letting her go again. Eleanor fights to keep her freedom, but the past won't stay buried. As old feelings resurface and dark truths come to light, she must confront the man she once knew... and the terrifying love he still holds for her.
Mia, a young woman from the United States, embarks on a long-awaited journey to South Korea to visit her childhood friend, Ji-yeon, who had once studied abroad in the U.S. Excited to experience Korean culture and reunite with Ji-yeon's warm family, Mia plans to spend a peaceful few weeks sightseeing and learning about the country. However, her trip takes an unexpected turn when she meets Ji-yeon's older brother, Min-ho, a quiet and disciplined military officer stationed at a nearby base. Min-ho's reserved nature initially intimidates Mia, but beneath his stoic exterior, she senses a deep sense of duty and a hidden vulnerability. Slowly, through quiet moments and small gestures, Mia finds herself drawn to him. Min-ho, though slow to express his feelings, begins to develop a protective and caring affection for Mia. The chemistry between them becomes undeniable, though both are hesitant to act on it due to the short-term nature of Mia's stay. Just as their relationship begins to bloom, Mia's idyllic visit to Korea takes a darker turn. A mysterious man starts appearing in Mia's life, lurking in the shadows and watching her from a distance. She first encounters him after an evening out with Ji-yeon and Min-ho, and his presence sends a chill down her spine. Min-ho, sensing danger, grows increasingly protective of Mia, but his duties at the military base pull him away more often than either of them would like. Unbeknownst to Mia, this man is no ordinary stalker. The stranger is a powerful enchanter, a man from Min-ho's past who harbors a deep and bitter resentment toward the soldier. Driven by jealousy and twisted desire, the enchanter-revealed to be named Do-hyun-covets what Min-ho holds dear. His obsession soon turns to Mia, whom he views as the perfect tool to exact his revenge. Do-hyun kidnaps Mia, using his dark magic to enchant her mind and force her into submission. Mia becomes trapped in a mental and emotional prison, where her will is bent to Do-hyun's desires. She fights to retain her memories of Min-ho, but the enchantment grows stronger with each passing day, erasing her love for him and replacing it with an artificial bond to Do-hyun. Meanwhile, Min-ho is devastated by Mia's disappearance. He rallies his comrades in the military, determined to find her and bring her home. As he delves deeper into the investigation, he uncovers Do-hyun's true identity-a former military officer who once served alongside him but turned rogue after delving into forbidden dark magic. Do-hyun's hatred for Min-ho stems from a time when Min-ho was praised and revered by their superiors, while Do-hyun, ambitious and power-hungry, was cast aside. As Min-ho searches for Mia, Do-hyun continues to manipulate her emotions, drawing her deeper into his web of control. Though physically trapped in Do-hyun's lair, Mia's mind becomes the battleground for the true conflict. She must fight against the enchantment, hold onto the memories of Min-ho, and resist the growing compulsion to love her captor. Min-ho eventually tracks Mia down, but rescuing her is not so simple. The magic that binds her to Do-hyun is powerful, and any attempt to break it risks harming Mia's mind permanently. The final confrontation between Min-ho and Do-hyun is tense and fraught with danger, as Min-ho must not only defeat the man who kidnapped Mia but also find a way to free her from the enchantment. In a climactic battle, Min-ho's determination and love for Mia help break the spell, though the scars of her ordeal remain. Do-hyun is ultimately defeated, but not without leaving a curse that threatens to haunt Min-ho and Mia's future. Mia is physically freed, but emotionally and mentally, she has a long road to recovery ahead.
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
"I want a divorce!" Ryan demanded, despite the fact that he had cheated on her with his ex. ~ Serena is no longer the quiet, romantic lady Ryan Winters married and divorced five years ago. Now the CEO of Rocky's Designs, she is bright, unwavering, and unapologetic about her independence-a far cry from the woman Ryan remembers. When fate brings them back into one another's lives, Ryan is forced to confront the truth about their past, their newfound hot chemistry, and a surprising revelation; Serena has a daughter who may be his. But Ryan's girlfriend, Kate, isn't prepared to lose him again. She will do whatever it takes to keep Ryan in her grasp-even if it means destroying Serena's life and the corporate empire she has built. What happens when Serena's now peaceful life is being disrupted? Will Serena lose once again or will she seize this billionaire's heart?
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...