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My husband called me "clutter" before handing me divorce papers—just to make room for his pregnant mistress. Julian Carter thought he had destroyed me. He thought I’d disappear quietly, with nothing left to fight for. He was wrong. While he was busy cheating in our bed, I was the one keeping his empire from collapsing. And the night I walked away… I didn’t fall. I landed in the hands of the one man who could ruin him with a single word. Lucian Blackwood. My ex-husband’s boss. The city’s most dangerous billionaire. A man who doesn’t believe in love—only control. “One year, Evelyn,” he said, his voice cold enough to freeze promises. “You play my fiancée. You stay by my side. And you don’t walk away until I say you can.” “And in return?” A slow smile. Dark. Certain. “I’ll make sure he loses everything.” The contract was signed in ice. The revenge would be written in blood. Julian wanted me gone? Now he’ll have to watch me rise—and learn exactly who he betrayed.

She left Vegas with a poker-chip bracelet and a secret she swore would never catch up with her. It just walked into her boardroom. Damian Holt doesn't recognize her. Five years, a empire built on cold ambition, and one night he clearly forgot. But Elena remembers everything — and now she has to smile across a conference table, close the deal that saves her agency, and pray he never looks too closely at the four-year-old girl waiting for her at home. He looks exactly like his father. The contract gets signed. The proximity gets dangerous. And Damian — brilliant, relentless, infuriatingly perceptive — starts noticing things. The bracelet. The way she tenses when he gets too close. The child in the photo on her desk with his exact eyes. She's running out of time. Neon Temptation. Some secrets don't just come out — they explode.

Being pushed becoming one of a king’s mistresses, Celestine decided to run from her kingdom while her father was being isolated. She was in conflict between giving up her dignity as a princess, living in rest of her life as a captive or coming back to her father’s kingdom to claim the throne from her step uncle. While she was figuring out, a prince of otherworldly kingdom came to help her and started her falling in love again. Could she free herself and the kingdom from her manipulative, arrogant, tricky suitor, King Dragon? At the same time, she found out the dark side of the prince when she questioned all the feeling meant to be.

Jack Goldsmith wants a mate. He is sick of being alone. Jack is the only wild wolf in the United Kingdom - Werewolf or otherwise. According to his father, he was an aberration, his mother died giving birth to him and his father had never forgiven him. Superstition was rife in the 1600s when he was born and he grew rapidly, not like the other children. Rumours spread of witchcraft, and though his father was caught, Jack escaped to live his life alone - until now. SaffronTalbot has inherited her grandmother's cottage in the wilds of the Yorkshire countryside. As an empath, Saffron Talbot is looking for a new life - and she is going to get it, but it's not the life she ever imagined. She's a nature-loving girl and the pressures of the city of London make her feel ill. The number of people, the buildings so close together, and the noises make her feel increasingly ill. If she dares go out, her headphones are clamped to her head and the darkest sun-glasses she can find cover her eyes. Her neighbours think she is the local weirdo when they see her marching along the street with her head down to avoid making contact. Moving to Yorkshire to the cottage her grandmother has left her will be the beginning of her life - in more ways than one.

Behind velvet curtains and gilded balconies, the opera is more than a performance. It's a hunting ground, a court of monsters disguised as patrons and benefactors. When a masked nobleman claims her talent as his own, Lyria is drawn into a world where music is power, restraint is survival, and desire is the most dangerous temptation of all. The longer Lyria remains under his protection, the more she awakens. Her body responds to hungers she does not yet understand and her are dreams invaded by a silver-eyed predator who promises freedom instead of restraint. As the opera's beauty curdles into something predatory, Lyria must decide what she is willing to become to survive it. The stage is watching. The city is listening. And once the blood sings, it cannot be silenced. TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mature themes and content intended for adult audiences (18+) Reader discretion is advised. It includes moments of violence, sexual content and dark erotic elements, manipulation, obsession, and emotional power dynamics.

When a mistaken identity nearly rips Leahs life apart. She finds help in a complete stranger. Her knight in shining armour. But a misunderstanding pulls them apart as they both dig their heels in and refuse to acknowledge their mistakes. Leah moves away and finds a new life, a new love, but Logan refuses to let her go. Realising he's lost the best thing that ever happened to him he fights for her love. Who will she choose? Will it be the right choice to give her the happily ever after she is looking for?

Love is mystical- It could turn a devili into an angel and transform an angel into a devil. Olivia thoughts she was married to the man of her dream, a man who she could trust with all her fragile heart but Maverick Slade broke their oath after Olivia went to jail for his sake, accusing herself for a crime he committed. The career she struggled to build over the years crumbled, her name as an outstanding fashion designer hit the mud but she clinged unto the hope of seeing her husband, Maverick behind her, making up for the lost but she was wrong. In the prison, Maverick came to her with a divorce paper, wanting the marriage quit. “I'm not going to marry a criminal!" He pushed the paper across, his gaze cold and fierce.

At twenty, she was taken to a night club for the first time. Now, at twenty six, she meets with the one man she has ever slept with. Christopher Allen. She had taken his money and ran. She always hoped to never come across him again. Now, he appears and wants to take his daughter or they get married. Yes, she had a child after just one night. One night of reckless abandon. Her first time. {"You make me laugh, I am here for what belongs to me and I think you know what that is," he said. My heart dropped to my feet immediately after he said that. I know he would want his money and I hope that is what he is talking about. "What do you want, your money?" I asked hoping he will say yes. "You are very funny... I want what belongs to me and you know very well what that is, yes, you took my money but, that's not what I am talking about... I WANT MY DAUGHTER!" } He had come demanding and she had no choice. She either agrees to be his wife or never sees her beloved daughter again. That was what bound her to him for life. A night had led to being his forever.

Sierra Medici has lived a life of abuse under her uncle and aunt, constantly tormented by her jealous cousin Claire. Her world changes when her uncle arranges for her to marry Alessandro Rossini, a feared and wealthy man rumored to be ruthless and disfigured. Terrified of the marriage, Sierra tries to escape, but Alessandro sends guards to monitor her. One of the guards, Luiz, is sent to watch her closely. The night before the wedding, Sierra tries to flee. Luiz finds her, and after tense moments, he decides to help her escape. They flee far from the city, where life is harsh and survival is uncertain. The story follows Sierra as she struggles to stay alive, unsure of who she can trust, while developing a complex and tense relationship with Luiz. Alessandro searches for her relentlessly, and her family, especially Claire, continues to manipulate and pressure her. The story explores survival, fear, freedom, and the blurred lines between trust, danger, and desire.

“You’re nothing but a slut who crawled into my bed for money—worth less than braille to me.” Nich’s voice was flat, cold, and utterly void of emotion, every word a sharp blade straight to my heart. “N… Nich!” I clung to him from behind, desperate to believe he didn’t mean it—only for him to pry my arms away and shove me aside roughly. “You’re a whore… the most disgusting woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” The slap cracked against my cheek, hard and stinging. Alongside it, he tossed a cheque—half a million pesos—right at my feet. “Get out of my life. Don’t ever let me see your face again.” A bitter, broken laugh bubbled up my throat. I tore the cheque into tiny pieces without a second thought. Tears streamed down my face, but I forced a sharp, unyielding smile. “Fine. I’m leaving. Keep your money. You think as a big-shot CEO you can buy anything you want? You’re wrong. My dignity isn’t for sale—not to a fool, and certainly not to a man as blind and stupid as you.” “From this moment on… we never knew each other.” Every beat of my heart felt like it was being pierced by a thousand needles. I once hoped there was goodness even among the wealthy—but I was wrong. Today I learned the cruel truth: for people like him, money is the only law, and wealth is the only justice that matters.