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I woke up inside a novel, and not even as an important character. I became a pretty background extra in a smut novel. My brother, however, was the only normal person in the entire story. His character setting was the one man the soft, delicate heroine could never win over. He was the cold, unattainable Prince Charming she could never conquer. When the heroine cried and confessed her love, he was studying. When she offered him her whole heart and body, he was busy starting a company. When she spiraled into scandals and nightlife, he was already a billionaire, calm and untouchable. I thought he would live a quiet, ascetic life forever. Until one night, I walked in on him at midnight… holding a piece of clothing I recognized all too well, murmuring a name over and over, a name so familiar that my scalp tingled.

Abbie Gomez is on a mission for justice. Fueled by the tragic loss of her lover, she's taken on a new identity and joined the Camorra, a notorious criminal gang. But things take a wild turn when she crosses paths with Luna Salvatore, a Camorra member who's a dead ringer for her lost love, Xanthe. Little does Abbie know, Luna is hiding a monstrous secret - she's a vampire.

Corbin Pryce, our company's accountant, was prosecuted by my father for embezzlement and faced a life sentence. My fiancée, Senna Harlow, got on her knees outside the building and begged my father to spare him. It enraged him so badly that he threatened to throw her in prison too. In my previous life, I defied my father to protect her. I knocked her unconscious and carried her out of there. Corbin was then sent to prison and took his own life behind bars. When Senna came to, she thanked me for saving her and treated me better than ever. However, three months after our wedding, she conspired with my father's business rival to cut off our company's funding. My father was driven to bankruptcy and jumped to his death. Then, she pinned me down in our own home and sliced me open. "You killed Corbin. Did you really think there wouldn't be a price to pay? I want you conscious for all of it—your father going off that ledge, and you dying a tragic death..." When I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the day Senna knelt outside the company building. This time, I decided to give her exactly what she wanted.

My movie star husband's girlfriend suspected I was the other woman. She confronted me in public, beat me until I lost my child, and even left my face scarred beyond recognition. "You shameless homewrecker! How dare you seduce someone else's man—and even get pregnant?" she screamed in rage. "I'll send you and that child of yours straight to hell today!" And as for my husband, he didn't even spare me a glance. All he cared to say was, "Why did you bother hitting her yourself? Did your hand hurt?" But when he finally discovered that the woman his girlfriend had scarred and caused to miscarry was me, he lost his mind.

When Samuel Larson came to pick me up from work at the county clerk's office, he suddenly slid a marriage license through the service window. "Actually, this one was fake the whole time. Getting back together with you was just a joke." Before I could process what he'd said, he waved a brand-new marriage license in front of me and grinned. "Yesterday, Jessie sat on my lap and kissed me. It felt so good I couldn't help myself. So I went and got a real marriage license with her." The second betrayal hit me as a bucket of cold water dumped over my head. I stared at him in disbelief. "Why?" I asked in a trembling voice. "Because you're gullible." He narrowed his eyes and savored the sight of me tearing up. He then smiled and handed me a tissue. "Back then, it took you three years to figure out Jessie and I were secretly seeing each other. "So we made a bet. We wanted to see how long it would take you this time." His gaze shifted to the fading hickey on my neck. He paused briefly before shrugging. "She bet it'd take you a year at most. That's why I've been leaving obvious clues all year. "But I got tired of acting, and you still didn't catch on. "Today's the last day of the bet. I wanted her to win and be happy. "I had no choice but to just tell you myself."

As an Alpha's daughter, I married a rogue. I left my pack and followed him. With Alpha's blood, he had ambition, so I did my best to help him recruit werewolves to set up a new pack, and through hardship, we established our company to support the pack. Though he wasn't my fated mate, he was charming, considerate, and he loved me wholeheartedly. Together with our four-year-old cub, we had a perfect family, perfect lives. Until one day, a woman in red broke the peace of our lives, and her scent haunted me... Was my perfect mate cheating on me? Had everything I had sacrificed for him go in vain? No! I would take back everything that was mine!

THIS BOOK IS RATED 18+ Amanda Reynolds a 22 year old who is addicted to having sex. Be it a man or a woman she doesn't care as long as they get to give her an orgasm and make her forget her pain for that day. "You look stunning in red," He whispered gulping down his drink. "But you'll look even better riding my dick." Jack Hawke is a 32 year old man who is dealing with a heartbreak. After he found out his fiance is cheating on him with his brother, he decided to drown his sorrow with his head between a woman's thighs. © reserved

She gave him her heart. He gave it to her best friend. Selene Ward’s picture-perfect life shatters the night she catches her husband, Cole Harrington, kissing her best friend in the shadows of their anniversary party. But betrayal is only the beginning. With secrets and lies buried deep in the heart of her marriage, Selene realizes the people she trusted most have been conspiring behind her back. Haunted by whispered warnings and cryptic letters, Selene must decide—will she break quietly, or will she burn everything down? Because sometimes revenge isn't loud. Sometimes… it wears red.

My mother had been hospitalized. My boyfriend worked as a doctor at the same hospital. You would think he would have visited her often, but he never did. Not once. On the first day of her stay, he did not come because he had taken a day off. His childhood friend was moving, and she needed his help. On the second day, that same childhood friend appeared at the hospital as an intern. He followed her everywhere and showed her the ropes. He handled anything she asked for, no matter how small. It went on like that, day after day. My mother's ward was on the thirteenth floor. His office was on the seventeenth. All it would have taken was a ten-second elevator ride or a two-minute walk down the stairs. Even so, Sebastian did not visit her for more than twenty days. My mother recovered. I picked her up by myself and took her to the train station. While I was on the way, he texted me. Sebastian: [Suzy's pet dog is getting vaccinated today. I need to drive her there first.] This time, I replied. [Got it. Drive safely. By the way, we're over.]

Evan Moore is the perfect husband in everyone's eyes. He gives me a grand wedding and fully supports my career dreams. When I faced a difficult labor, he stayed by my side, kneeling for a full day and night until he nearly passed out from exhaustion. Afterward, he held me in his arms, sobbing until his eyes were red and swollen, his voice trembling with fear. "Honey, let’s not have any more kids… It's just too much." From then on, he spends his days and nights at the monastery, praying devoutly for me and our son, earning the title of the city’s most pious CEO. But one day, by pure chance, I glimpse the handwritten scriptures he keeps so carefully copied. And that's when I realize every word, every stroke, is a confession of his undying love… for his first love. All his tenderness, all his care—it was never truly for me. It was learned for her. I was nothing more than practice—a stand-in for his so-called true love.