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Late one night, I was scrolling through social media and stumbled upon a trending post. "Does your husband ever say you're obsessed with your brother?" One comment sat at the top with thousands of likes. The profile picture showed a cartoon girl covering her mouth, laughing. "Oh, I can answer this one! My husband used to say that too, but here's the thing: he's actually the son I had when I was 19!" Every word oozed with smug satisfaction. Some commenters tore into her, calling her manipulative and her husband a total sucker. She only got bolder. She posted a screenshot of a bank transfer with the details blurred out, right next to a photo of limited-edition sneakers. "All my son had to say was he liked them, and my husband caved! Then he gave him extra cash for a fancy dinner!” "A guy like this? If I don't milk him, who will?" I stared at the sneakers and the transfer amount. They matched exactly what I had bought for my "brother-in-law" that afternoon and the money I had just sent him. Down to the last cent. Ice shot through my veins. That sucker she was bragging about? That was me.

On my wedding day, my arranged fiancé abandoned me and chose my sister instead. As I became the laughingstock of every elite guest in attendance, my business partner James Crawford shocked everyone by publicly proposing to me with a passionate declaration of love. After we married, he was incredibly attentive, especially during my pregnancy when he catered to my every need. I thought my suffering had finally ended. Until I overheard his confession to my sister: "I've only ever loved you." James's voice carried a passion I'd never heard him use with me. "Marry her? I was only after her resources, connections, and her talent for making money. She's nothing but a useful cash cow." "Now that she's pregnant, even better." His tone was coldly calculating. "With the baby, she'll be even more dependent on me, more devoted. She'll never leave." Everything I had treasured—our love, our marriage—was all a lie. Learning the truth, I turned and walked away without a word. I was done with this charade. Everything that belonged to me, I would reclaim with my own hands.

When I went to buy a new house, all I found was crumpled newspaper where my savings should've been. I almost called the cops—until I found out Tony Jarrett, my own husband, had blown seven years of my hard-earned cash on a shiny new motorcycle. For Pauline Schmidt. His ex. I asked why. He just shrugged. "She's a single mom. Life's tough. This way, she won't have to walk so much." I wanted to scream, but I swallowed it down. Made him at least get an IOU from her. While I was busy sourcing stuff for the factory, a flood warning hit our town. And Tony? Out buying toy cars with Pauline and her kid. Our son was home alone, trying to stay above water. I was back. Like life hit rewind and dropped me into that exact day. The day he gave her the motorcycle. I saw them—laughing, tight, like their own little picture-perfect family. But I didn't cry this time. Didn't beg. Just turned and walked off.

I managed to secure a VIP seat for my favorite idol's concert. Just as I followed the staff to my seat and was about to sit down, a woman walked up from behind and plopped herself right into my spot. "This view is the best. I'm taking this seat." I looked at her and felt speechless. "Miss, that's my seat. Please move!" To my surprise, she pulled out a stack of cash from her bag and tossed it at me. "If you're broke, don't try to act like a fan. I'm buying this spot from you. Take the money and get lost!" When I didn't move, she sneered, "I'm the secretary to Mark Lawrence, CEO of Lawrence Group. In Jericha City, everyone knows the Lawrence family. Don't push your luck!" Mark? Wasn't he the man my dad engaged me to? I immediately retrieved my phone and called him. "Your secretary is out here throwing her weight around. She stole my concert seat. You owe me an explanation for this!"

In the dim glow of his office, Professor Adrian Knight had his star student bent over the desk, her skirt shoved up her waist as he thrust deep and slow, his voice low growl against her ear. "Quiet, Miss Sinclair... or the whole university will hear how wet your professor makes you." By day, Juliet Sinclair is Veridian University's brilliant top student. By night, she's Luna, the most coveted pole dancer at Midnight Eclipse, stripping and grinding for cash to save her dying mother. Their forbidden hunger was never supposed to happen. But one stolen kiss shattered every rule. Now, a ruthless VIP client and Adrian's vengeful ex-wife are closing in with blackmail, leaked videos, and deadly threats. One wrong move, and Juliet loses everything, her degree, her mother's life, and the dangerously addictive man who owns her body and soul. She was his best student by day... and his most dangerous secret by night. In a world that demands they stay apart, how far will they go to stay together? SHHHH... PROFESSOR A scorching forbidden professor-student dark romance.

One fake kiss made me his wife. Now, it might get me killed. I wanted out of my father’s mafia world. I had a plan, a bag of cash, and a new life waiting. But then I met Dante Moretti. To help him spite his ex-wife, I agreed to play his fiancée for just five minutes. It was the biggest mistake of my life. My father saw us. Before the night was over, he made it official: marry Dante in seven days, or people I love start dying. Dante is cold and dangerous, and hates my family name. He thinks I’m just a spoiled princess he can lock away. He doesn't know that I’ve been secretly sabotaging his business for months and that I’m his biggest enemy. Now I’m trapped in his house and sharing his bed. I’m supposed to hate him, but every time he touches me, the line between acting and reality blurs. This is my reality; I'm joined by the Blood Oath to a man who might be my only hope or my end.

"What's your name?" He asked, adjusting the bulge in his pants. "Maya." "Maya, this is your last chance to walk away." He warned, hoping she would leave but she slowly ran her fingers around the hem of her panties. “I want you to touch me." Her voice nudged all his dirty desires. "I won't be able to stop myself." He told her. "I don't think I can fuck you gently. Not when you're driving me crazy and bringing my fantasies to life." ************************* When Maya was accepted to her dream school, Emerald School Of Arts, she cried for an hour. Part of her tears came from the excitement that she was accepted but the major reason for her sadness was that she could not afford the tuition. Orphaned at fifteen, she had no one to take care of her and possibly pay the tuition. Left with no option, she decided to sell her virginity at a sex for cash motel. The deal was simple: fvck the unknown man, get paid and forget about him. But one night with the man who bought her changed everything. A month later, Maya was sitting in the front row of class when her professor walked in and he was no other person that the man she sold her virginity to.

I'm the human shield Daniela Falcone—the underworld queen—personally chose to protect her first love, Luca Bianchi. We're three years into our marriage, and this is already the eighth time her rivals have kidnapped me. Daniela arrives with her men to rescue me, but we're not even five minutes into negotiations when Luca calls. "Dani, I lost at Truth or Dare. I'm supposed to kiss some woman here, but I want to save my first kiss for you. Can you come over?" The second Daniela turns and walks away without a single backward glance, a knife plunges deep into my stomach, and blood splatters everywhere. Just like the last seven times, her right-hand man, Carlo Marino, tosses some cash around to clean up the mess. Then, he has me sent to the hospital. In the ambulance, I hear Daniela's men guessing whether I'll live long enough to see Luca stand on his own two feet. They roar with laughter. I'm the only one crying. The mission to save the underworld queen has failed, which means the System will wipe me out soon. I think to myself, "Daniela, I won't live to see that day."

My ex, Jason Buckley—the guy I dumped five years ago—still sent tiny cash transfers to check if I existed. I never responded. This time, I tapped accept by accident. A second later, he lost it. "Wow, quick reflexes. What guy's been keeping you busy these past five years? Made you this cheap? Knew you couldn't get over me. "You took my 'let's fix this' gift, so we're signing marriage papers tomorrow. "My new dad's loaded—the richest in Seavora—and he can't wait to see me married." I just stared at the one-dollar payment on my screen and left him on read. The next day, he showed up at my place in Seavora City with his mom, parked right in the doorway. "This is gonna be our house, right? If you're not just after my family's money, transfer it into my name first." Yeah. He'd officially lost it. We broke up five years ago. My son's three. And if he's the heir to the richest man... what does that make my husband?

Alpha Kieran Darkhowl has it all. A powerful empire, a devoted pack, and his Luna queen Aurelia. The only crack in his perfect world is three years of failing to conceive an heir. A business trip to Willowbrook during a full moon changes everything. Stranded as his mating fever peaks, Kieran is drawn to Lyanna, a stunning stranger whose scent unravels him completely. One wild passionate night becomes three. He leaves cash on her nightstand and disappears before dawn. No names. No goodbye. Lyanna never forgives him. She moves on, builds a quiet life with her husband Tom, and raises their daughter River. When Kieran returns years later, a bold six year old stopping him at a funeral home doorway awakens a bond too deep to dismiss. The math is damning. She must be his. But so are the impossibilities piling up around Lyanna. His mark still fresh on her skin after seven years, an attraction that defies everything he has ever felt, and the haunting suspicion that the universe may have dealt him something no alpha lore has ever accounted for. Two mates. Two worlds. One impossible truth threatening to shatter all of them.