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Everyone envies Alessandra Valeriano. To the outside world, she has everything - wealth, status, beauty, and a handsome powerful husband whom everyone thinks loves and adores her dearly. But behind closed doors and thick high walls of their luxurious mansion, her reality is nothing but a living nightmare. Her husband, Lucas Valeriano, is a wealthy, influential, and ruthless man who treats his marriage as nothing more than a business arrangement and social obligation. He openly brings different women into their lives, flaunts them publicly, and constantly humiliates Alessandra, believing that as his wife, she has absolutely no right, voice, or choice but to accept everything silently and obediently. He hurts her emotionally, verbally, and sometimes even physically whenever she tries to stand up or protest against his actions. However, Lucas and all the women he brings home made one huge fatal mistake - underestimating Alessandra Valeriano. She might be soft‑spoken, elegant, and graceful... but she is also fierce, proud, and possesses a spirit made of steel. Every time his mistresses try to humiliate, insult, or hurt her, she answers them back with equal cruelty and strength - slapping them hard across the face, shutting them down instantly and reminding them exactly who she truly is: THE WIFE. The one who holds the name, the status, and the position they can never take or replace no matter what they do or how much Lucas loves or favors them. She fights every single one of them fearlessly, protecting her place, her dignity, and her marriage even though she knows fully well that her husband never truly loved her and only keeps her around for appearances and convenience

The evening wind and tranquility wiped away all the chaos that had been filling my mind for the preceding few days. It felt as though I had been granted a second opportunity at life, akin to that of a newborn kid. I'd always wanted to feel that way for so long, and that night was a very captivating time for me to begin with. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the breeze brush against my skin as I relived all the horrific events that had occurred. All the turmoil that seemed to escape reappeared in an instant. Tears rush down my cheeks as I feel my body shudder as a dreadful understanding dawns on me. It feels as if every second of my existence has been squandered, and as if the sense of despair and worry has taken over the little strand of sanity that exists for me as it pours through my veins and fills my spirit to the core. "You've got this. All you have to do is think that you can," I said to myself persuasively. "You can't, you just can't. You'll never be able to do it, and you'll have to live with the repercussions for the rest of your life," a familiar voice said. My senses begin to be overpowered by numbness. And with that, I realized I could not go away. The reality that this is my fate hits me like a ton of bricks. As I stretched out to wipe away all my tears, I felt thick moisture on my fingers and was terrified to find blood instead of tears. I felt as if my world was spinning before I could even scream. Then, all of a sudden, darkness crept inside me. And eventually sends me to oblivion.

**"I want a divorce, Anna. This marriage isn’t working, and it hasn’t been for a long time. We’re both miserable. It’s time to end this."** Michael's cold words hit me like a slap, sending shivers down my spine. "You’re a coward," I spat, throwing the divorce papers back at him. "You want to leave? Fine. But don’t you dare blame me. You’re the one who destroyed us, Michael. You ruined our marriage with your lies." The man I once loved—the man who promised to be with me through thick and thin—was gone, replaced by this stranger. After everything I sacrificed for him, this is how it ends. --- After suffering for years with polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS) and enduring constant nagging from her mother-in-law for being childless, Anna finally receives the miracle she had been praying for. Her doctor delivers the best news of her life—she has a higher chance of conceiving. Eager to share the joy with her husband of five years, Anna rushes home, only to be shattered by betrayal. She discovers Michael has been cheating on her with another woman, who is now pregnant with his child. Heartbroken, Anna is served divorce papers on the same day. Devastated and lost, Anna makes a desperate choice, but is saved by none other than Xavier, her brother-in-law. When all hope seems lost, Xavier offers her a second chance at life—and love—by marrying her. But just as Anna begins to heal, her past comes crashing back when Michael returns, knocking on her door. **Will Anna find the strength to move forward, or will the past pull her back into the arms of the man who broke her heart?**

Six years ago, I signed a contract that cost me everything. I lost my mother and I lost my child. And when the deal ended, Killian Ashford—the man I married for decided I was the villain who betrayed him. I still hate him for that blindness, he couldn't see the truth. He was grieving his grandmother and i was greiveng the child i would never hold. Now, I was back, forced into a cruel collaboration with Killian's company and to op it all off, the insane mana that was Killian moved into the appartment next to mine in the penthouse, and the hatred between us is thick, constantly boiling over into reckless, desperate hookups. The worst part? I still loved him, and his constant attempts to get me back is the one thing that threatens my control. The stakes are higher than he knows, though. The day i married him i saw the truth and the truth: the real monster who destroyed our lives was Killian's childhood best friend, Tanya. But Killian doesn't see it. He can't, he never could. Tanya is his loyal friend, his rock. My fight wasn't just against Tanya; it's against the man who hated me but still wanted me but would never See Tanya as what she truly was and i had no intention of Letting Tanya screw with me. I'm didnt return for revenge, but I'll do whatever it takes to expose the Tanya and survive my crazy Ex-Husband. The question is, could I save Killian from his best friend before his love destroys me?

WARNING: This book is pure filth. If stepbrother taboo, cruel edging games, and obsessive possessive sex aren’t your thing, close it now. Everyone else… enjoy the fall. NOTE: THIS ISN'T INCEST. *** I’ve always wanted my stepbrother, even before the day our parents said “I do.” Nineteen years old, and I still get dripping wet every time Jax walks into a room shirtless, cocky, and smelling like sin. He knows. He’s always known. For years he’s made me suffer because of it, fucking different girls and subjecting me to the ruin of listening to them moaning and screaming his name. He fingers me under the dinner table, tongue in my pussy while our parents room are in the other end of mansion. He makes me lick other girls off his cock just so he can remind me I’ll never be more than his dirty little secret. But he has one unbreakable rule: brothers don’t fuck their little sisters. No matter how hard I beg. No matter how many times he edges me until I’m sobbing. He never fucks me. Until the night our parents’ jet takes off and Jax locks every door in the mansion… I hate him. I crave him. I’m going to make him snap. Because the second he finally shoves that thick cock inside me, I’m never letting him go. Ready to be ruined? ONE-CLICK AND FIND OUT HOW FAR A STEPBROTHER WILL GO TO OWN WHAT HE SWORE HE’D NEVER TAKE.

Aurora is an orphaned pup, who had everything working against her since the pack she grew up in was raided. Through a happy coincidence, she and her sister were rescued by the Beta of a kind pack: the Midnight Protectors. But they are no ordinary group of werewolves. They are highly trained with special skills that make them exceptionally dangerous to any threat: but especially to vampires. When Aurora stumbles onto a mysterious cavern housing tombs, she can't possibly understand what she's unlocked. Her new pack has many secrets she has yet to understand and the biggest one is that they are housing the male destined to be her true fated mate. Javed is a thousand year old vampire stuck in the body of a seventeen year old male. His boyish good looks are incredibly misleading, no one should mistake how deadly he in fact is. And the lengths to which he would go to have his mate. Excerpt: As I leave dinner and move to walk back inside the packhouse, the cold chill from nights ago hits me. The very thing that set that fateful night in motion. The sun has just set and the air is thick with humidity. I have gotten used to this climate which is all the more reason the cold strikes me as bizarre. My eyes move to a post that sits just in front of the door, the crest of the pack is burned into it. “The Midnight Protectors; Light in the Dark.” I had seen it many times now, but never questioned its meaning. When the cold air hits my skin again, it makes me shake uncontrollably. I force my back to stiffen. “Not again,” I whisper, as I quickly move inside and go to my room. Locking the door.

There prevailed to be six kingdoms consisting of humans, werewolves, vampires, fairies, elves, and dragon kingdoms. A hostile war transpired between the dragons and the werewolves. The very war destroyed a lot of lives and the dragons' kingdom. However, the werewolves were getting defeated and the human kingdom agreed on assisting their allies which were the werewolves. But then, amidst the battle, something significant happened. Alpha Jeffrey, the king of the werewolves was at the point of winning against the Almighty king of the dragons. He zipped the arrow at the dragon king. However, his strike jabbed right into the heart of King Dawson, the human king. Anguishly, this brought a great disputable conflict between the humans... A wave of venomous anger and pure hatred against the werewolves. When the war was won, the dragons vanished from the earth. Then, the battle between the humans and the werewolves arose. Queen Isle being the spouse of king Dawson, swore with her life to avenge her husband's death and make Alpha Jeffery... Her slave. ************************** Extracted from the story. ************************** "Strip!" the feminine cold voice, ordered. A thick groan, a scratchy voice responded to her utters. "And what if I don't, woman!" he growls outrageously yet, weakly. "Then, await to withstand the dance of the devils, Alpha!" she chuckled, evilly and viciously. And then, she walked out in her regal strides away from the room. She is the queen, the tyrant ruler of Denmark's kingdom. Her voice is authority, her voice is the law! No one dares to mess up with her, no one dares to weigh a war on her kingdom. She's like a fire, that not even the ocean can quench her whole. Even the moon is extremely envious of the voluminous beauty she carries. She's known as the tyrant Queen Isle.

She was his first light. He became her greatest shadow. She babysat him. And he fell in love. Years ago, 19 years old Olivia Wilde left behind a child, who loved her in silence, now she works for the man he's become. Fabian Stone is young, ruthless, unreadable and far too powerful. But buried beneath the cold exterior, is the same soul that once sketched her heart on torn paper and whispered promises he never got to keep. She shouldn't want him. He shouldn't still burn for her. But the past doesn't forget, and neither does he. ~~~ "Strip Olivia" he said, his voice dripping of command. I immediately obeyed, like I was programmed to follow all his instructions. My hand reached for my top and I slowly took it off staring him in the eyes. Next was my pants, then my bra, my breasts spilling from their confinement and I rubbed them, playing with my already hard nipples. His eyes were clouded with lust and something else I couldn't read. My hand reach for my panties, slowly taking it off, then tossing it where my other pile of clothing laid. I sat on the desk, legs spread, giving him a show of my already wet cunt. I heard him groan, a hot and sexy groan and I smirked, already proud of myself. I fingered myself, imagining it to be his long, thick hands, I close my eyes, reeling in the moment when his voice dripping command boomed, "Don't cum without me telling you to"

"When are you going to kill her like you killed her family and pack? She doesn't deserve to be your mate. She's weak and wolf-less." Avery, my mate's former lover, spoke in a bored voice from behind the wide, thick doors. I gasped in shock, covering my mouth to hold back the tears. My mate was responsible for killing my family?! And now, he was plotting my murder with his lover! ___ Selena Ardolf had always been the perfect Luna and a devoted wife. Her only flaw? She couldn't give Alpha King Zander Blake an heir. But just when the Moon Goddess finally blessed her with the miracle of pregnancy, fate delivered the most devastating news of her life—Zander had massacred her family and annihilated her pack. As if that pain wasn’t enough, he had also betrayed her, breaking their sacred mate bond by cheating on her with his childhood friend, an Alpha’s daughter. Heartbroken and shattered, Selena made the only choice she could—to protect her unborn child. She rejected her ruthless Alpha mate and vanished without a trace, keeping her pregnancy a secret from everyone. But fate had other plans. Years later, she is forced to face her ruthless ex-mate once more. This time, Zander seems more obsessed than ever, determined to claim her at any cost. However, Selena is no longer alone. A mysterious vampire prince shows up, declaring that she is his mate—Arabella, from the ages—and he has come to take back what is rightfully his.

My fiancé, Luca, dragged me along to a party with his crew. We had barely walked through the door before his boys were hounding him to play "Seven Minutes in Heaven." "Angelina, babe, come join us!" Fiona, Luca’s "best friend" from back home, called out to me with a smirk. I shook my head and slipped onto a barstool, my fingers nervously tracing the rim of my glass. I watched them huddle in a circle, drawing cigar bands with names scribbled on them. Luca drew Fiona. They shared a laugh before disappearing into the storage room behind the bar. "Seven minutes! Starting... now!" someone hollered, followed by a chorus of whistles. But seven minutes came and went. The door stayed shut. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Twenty... I finally stood up, my heart hammering against my ribs, ready to see what was going on. Just then, I heard Luca’s friends whispering in a thick Sicilian dialect. "This American guy... her head is greener than a lemon tree in Palermo and she doesn’t even know it." "I bet Luca and Fiona are having the time of their lives in there right now." "Poor Boston girl. Look at her, sitting there like a loyal little dog. Hilarious." I froze. My blood turned to ice, and the air felt too thin to breathe. Suddenly, the storage room door creaked open. Luca walked out, wiping sweat from his brow, followed closely by Fiona, who was busy smoothing out her rumpled shirt. "Whoa, how was it? Seven minutes in heaven live up to the hype?" someone teased. Luca smirked, his eyes glazed with satisfaction. "Better. I didn't want to leave."