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On our tenth anniversary, I found the divorce papers my husband, Drake, had secretly filed a year ago. That same night, I watched him walk into our favorite restaurant, his arm wrapped around his pregnant campaign manager, Chelsea. I soon learned his plan was more monstrous than a simple affair. He had tricked me into signing the papers, intending for me to raise his mistress's child as my own-a perfect political cover for the wife who couldn't conceive. When Chelsea later faked a fall and blamed me, the hatred in Drake's eyes confirmed everything. "If anything happens to her or my child," he snarled, shoving me aside, "I will never forgive you." He didn't know my secret. After twelve agonizing rounds of IVF, I was finally pregnant-with twins. He had made his choice, and now I was making mine. I would disappear with my children, and he would never see us again.

She lost everything that day; Her three years of marriage, Her best friend's trust, And her two weeks old baby. ... "I want a divorce. I'm not in this marriage anymore." His voice dropped, as he moved closer. 'Divorce?' My world tilted. "Yes, my lawyer will send you the papers to sign." "No," I whispered, broken. "You can't be serious. Don't tell me you believed that lying bitch? This can't be happening. Not now. How could you bring this up today? We just buried my Papa a few hours ago, Lucian!" My voice was barely a whisper, alien even to my own ears, like my whole world was just, falling apart right there and then. ... The price of Lyra Jones's love was everything. She sacrificed her burgeoning career to become a devoted full-time housewife, only for her three-years marriage to Lucian White Jr. to explode in spectacular fashion. On the very day of her father's funeral, a betrayal of shattering cruelty occurred: her childhood best friend, Aryan, delivered a fatal lie that cost Lyra her husband, her reputation, and tragically, her week-old pregnancy. Abandoned and utterly broken, Lyra fled. Now she is back. Five years have passed, and Lyra has claimed her crown as the multibillion dollar CEO and Heiress of the Jones corporation. She didn't return for closure; she returned for retribution. And she will not rest until Lucian is stripped of his empire and Aryan is exposed to the world. They thought they buried the wife. Now, can they survive the CEO? Start reading now to witness the most ruthless corporate revenge of the year.

My husband watched as my skin melted, scalded by boiling soup, yet his hands were busy comforting my attacker. Five years of marriage, built on a foundation of my family's power, crumbled with a single, brutal act of betrayal. He bought me off with a penthouse and a trust fund, but I tore out my IV and threw his charity back in his face. It was our fifth anniversary, but my husband, Ethan, remained distant, avoiding any talk of Chicago or the mafia protection my family once offered him. He then pushed a black velvet box across the table. Inside was a Separation and Property Division Agreement, not a diamond. He told me to sign for Ilene's security, offering millions. When I refused, Ilene hurled boiling soup. Ethan shielded her, not me, as the scalding liquid melted my dress. With second-degree burns, he blamed me, ordering me from our home for Ilene’s comfort. My family saved him, yet he sacrificed my body and marriage for another woman. The love I felt turned to ash. What kind of debt demanded my flesh and marriage? I ripped the IV from my arm, hurling his "charity" keys back. My diamond ring placed on the agreement, I walked away. From today on, Ethan, you and I are dead to each other.

I was the mate Ashton Sullivan chose at random after his heartbreak with Isabela Johnson. For seven years, Ashton, the future Lycan King, had poured all his affection into Isabela. But she, driven by her desire for freedom, repeatedly used and hurt him, even defying his authority to flee to the borderlands. Heartbroken, Ashton gave up. Among the many noble candidates for his Luna, he randomly selected my portrait. On our mark ceremony day, Isabela suddenly regretted her decision and rushed back from the borderlands. The moment she appeared, Ashton abandoned me without hesitation. “If Isabela wants it, she will be my only Luna,” he said coldly, his Alpha tone cutting through the air. “Don’t even think of causing trouble, or you’ll regret it.” Even my own brother, Brady Carpenter, the Beta of our pack, warned me. “Isabela is pure-hearted.

Alexa is an aspiring writer who has faced countless rejections. One night, she discovers a mysterious old book that seems to write her stories on its own. When she begins to write again, the destinies of her characters — Daniella and William — start to change in ways she never intended. What Alexa doesn’t realize is that every word she writes in the book alters not just her fiction, but reality itself. As the line between her world and her stories begins to blur, Alexa must uncover the truth behind the magical book and the man who created it — before she loses control of the fate she’s rewritten.

Six months after I died during childbirth, my husband came looking for me, demanding I terminate the pregnancy so I could donate my bone marrow to his idealized love. I was the only match. My mother told him, "My daughter has already passed away." With a face full of disdain, my husband retorted, "I ignored for six months and now she's throwing a tantrum, even faking her death! Pass this message to her. Even if she gives birth, I won't spare her a glance! If she doesn't come forward to donate bone marrow within three days, don't blame me for cutting off your medical expenses!" What he didn't know was that after my death, my mother had already given up on her cancer treatment. She held on just to see his remorse at my grave.

I finally stepped onto American soil after four years of exile, clutching my suitcase with white-knuckled desperation. My plan was simple: get to Manhattan, start my job, and stay as far away from the Newton family as possible. But the moment I turned on my phone, Sterling Newton’s voice cut through the air like a blade. He had already sent a car; he didn't care about my plans, my apartment, or my freedom. He wanted me back in that suffocating mansion, and he expected me to obey. When I arrived, the house felt like a mausoleum. My adoptive mother smothered me in a desperate, suffocating embrace, while my father and sister acted as if my departure had never happened. Then, the heavy front door thudded shut. Barron Newton had arrived. He didn't greet me with warmth; he looked at me like a piece of furniture that had been moved out of place. He spent the entire dinner dismantling my resolve, using my deepest guilt as a weapon to force me to stay, making it clear that I was merely a prisoner in his gilded cage. I felt like I was suffocating. How could he have so much power over my life? Why was he so determined to keep me trapped in this house, and what was he truly waiting for in the shadows of the night? I retreated to my room, feeling the invisible chains tightening around my throat. Just as I thought I had found a way to fight back, a message from Fernando flashed on my screen, warning me that our original plan was in ruins. I realized then that I wasn't just fighting the Newtons—I was fighting a war on two fronts, and the countdown to my destruction had already begun.

Eva Brooks, a 25-year-old woman, was set up by her best friend. Her fiancé broke up with her and demanded compensation for allegedly cheating on him. Eva had a one-night stand with the richest CEO in Dominic City, Ethan Owen. He was arrogant and offered her a job as his secretary. As his secretary, Ethan couldn't shake his fondness for Eva. He became obsessed with her, worrying that she was cheating on him. He broke up with his fiancée to become engaged to Eva, but will his fiancée let him go? Will Eva accept a relationship with her boss?

HOLY SHIT! My father's best friend had his face buried in between my legs. I threw my head back against the headrest, fisting his hair in my palms but it only urged him to go faster. His breath was warm against my clit and just when I thought I couldn't get enough, he hummed, the vibration sending intense waves of pleasure through me. "Oh my God," this was so wrong yet my body betrayed me, leaning closer into his touch. ~~ Diane Ashford thought four years in Paris had killed the forbidden feelings she had for Damon Pierce. But returning to New York brings the past rushing back. Damon is her father's best friend, her protector, and the man who makes every part of her body ache for him. Now working as his assistant, Diane must face desire, secrets, and family lies that could destroy them. Damon is powerful, possessive, and impossible to resist. Can their forbidden love survive the truth or will it ruin them both?

Three years into my mate bond with Mason Cole, he brought home a female werewolf. He said he found her wandering alone as a rogue and felt pity for her, so he took her into the packhouse under his protection. I believed him. But then he allowed her to slip a potion into my drink that caused me to lose our pup. He sided with her, humiliated me, and ignored my pain. In the face of my endless questioning, he grew annoyed. Impatiently, he pushed the Gamma warrior, Ambrose Harrison, toward me. "You could always try someone new," he said with a shrug. "That way, we don’t have to interfere with each other." But when I truly stopped interfering with him, he regretted it. --- I stood frozen, staring at the man in front of me.

I spent three years playing the mousy, supportive wife to tech mogul Julian Vanderbilt, fixing his code and hiding my past as an elite special ops captain. Everything shattered at our anniversary gala when I saw my mother's heirloom emerald necklace hanging around the neck of Julian's mistress. When I confronted him, Julian didn't even look up from his drink, telling me to stop being "territorial" because I was too plain to wear such jewelry anyway. The humiliation peaked when he refused to attend my parents' military repatriation the next morning, choosing an investor brunch with his mistress instead. I stood in our penthouse watching him dote on her, realizing I had used my parents' death benefits to build a throne for a man who treated me like disposable trash. I couldn't understand how the man I had quietly saved from a burning yacht years ago could be so blind to the warrior standing right in front of him. He had no idea that the very empire he bragged about was built entirely on my technology and my sacrifice. I didn't argue; I simply went to the safe and pulled out my black beret and my high-level security credentials. As I revoked his admin access and watched his billion-dollar world begin to glitch, I walked out to meet the military honor guard. It was time to remind Julian Vanderbilt exactly who he had married-and exactly how much it was going to cost him to lose me.

Surprise slapped Dr Rian Whiteson hard on his cheek when he saw that the new intern Nurse resuming at his hospital was the club girl, the night worker and his one time night stand. How can she combine both professions together? A nurse by day and a stripper by night, the thoughts of it sent a disgusting feeling down his throat. The resentment he felt towards her was glaring and everyone noticed the hatefulness he felt towards her. The height of it came when she was confirmed pregnant and Isabella was insinuating that he was responsible for her pregnancy. Without thinking twice he threw her out of his hospital and a few years later he found her again, a renowned medical doctor from an influential family and she's the lost sought after daughter of the Graham's family. Will their relationships change because of this identity reversal ....?

I stood at the fringe of the Metropolitan Museum ballroom, champagne flute untouched in my hand, watching my husband bask in his triumph. Nathan Sterling—tech visionary, Wall Street darling, and the man I once loved enough to sacrifice everything for—was having his moment. His company's IPO had just valued at over a billion dollars, and the room swelled with Silicon Valley elites eager to orbit his success. The chandelier light caught the diamond cufflinks I'd given him for our tenth anniversary. He wore them tonight, not for me, but because they matched the narrative: the self-made billionaire with impeccable taste. His smile never reached his eyes anymore—not when he looked at me. "Mrs. Sterling, would you like me to refresh your drink?" A server appeared at my elbow. "No, thank you," I murmured, the weight of my married name suddenly unbearable. Across the room, Nathan laughed at something Rebecca Walsh whispered in his ear.

In the fifth year of my marking bond with Alpha Jrue Garcia of the Shadow Moon Pack, he suddenly expressed his longing to become a father. A month later, I discovered I was pregnant. While organizing the Alpha’s quarters—a responsibility I, as Luna, took seriously—I stumbled upon his secret. Jrue had an unattainable love, a "white moonlight" figure. He planned to give our first child to her, Lilian Perry, who couldn’t have children. Everything was part of Jrue’s scheme. So, I went to the pack healer to arrange an abortion and watched as he continued dreaming about a blissful future. When the Moon Festival arrived—a sacred time for our kind to honor the Moon Goddess—he invited Lilian to join the pack gathering. That was when I tossed the abortion paperwork in front of him, leaving him completely shattered. --- “Please schedule an abortion for me, as soon as possible,” I said to the pack healer, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me.

One night in the forest changes everything. When human healer Talia Shire helps a wounded stranger, she unknowingly binds herself to Ramon Sincarra,the feared Alpha of the Sincarra Claw Pack. A single touch of blood triggers an ancient mating bond she never chose, dragging her into a dangerous world of werewolves, power struggles, and deadly secrets. Hunted by rogues and trapped under Ramon's protection, Talia fights the bond even as desire ignites between them. Ramon refuses to claim her until she chooses him freely,but enemies within the pack are closing in. In a world where fate is law and betrayal is deadly, Talia must decide: run from the fire... or become the Alpha's forbidden flame.

Our twenty-first birthday was supposed to be the night my twin and I would never forget--the night we got our witchmarks. But something goes horribly wrong, and Angelica doesn't get hers. What should've been the best night of our lives quickly turns into one of the worst. Soon after, things start to go wrong. Our mom, who had always loved her "little moon" (me) and her "little sun" (Angelica) equally, suddenly sides with Angelica on everything. Then, my friends start to behave oddly around me. But it gets even worse. The company we started together as sisters votes to oust me? Shocked, I go to my long--term boyfriend, Orion Locklear--the boy I have loved my whole life--for comfort, only to find him and Angelica in her room...naked. How could she do all this to me? Not only as a sister, betraying everything we once shared....but as a powerless markless? I'm the one who got the witchmark, not her! Yet I wasn't able to stop any of this from happening. Something isn't adding up. I refuse to sit back any longer and let her continue to ruin my life. It's time to claw my way back up to the top and reclaim everything she took from me...even if it means I have to join hands with witch-kind's historical mortal enemies: the super powerful, super rich Hunter family--yup, they used to hunt witches, and only stopped when we agreed to give up Black Magic. Oh, and of course, the guy I'm assigned to work with, Miles Hunter, has to be super hot, too. Seven Hells! Can't a girl catch a break?

Six years ago, I was given to New York's most ruthless mafia Don as collateral to pay off my father's gambling debt. After one terrifying, pitch-black night with him, his grandfather framed me for treason and threw me out onto the freezing streets. They threw me away, not knowing I was pregnant with his triplets. Now, I only came back to his city to get his signature on our divorce papers so my children and I could disappear to Europe. But his men ambushed us at the airport and dragged us to his underground interrogation room. Damien threw a DNA consent form on the steel desk, staring at my fierce five-year-old son with dark reverence. "Sign the paper. Or I will personally forge him into the sharpest weapon this family has ever seen." I was trembling with absolute terror. He believed the lies that I had sold his family's secrets and abandoned his firstborn heir for money. I didn't understand why this monster wouldn't just let me go, but I couldn't let him drag my innocent babies into his violent hell. Just as I tearfully picked up the pen to surrender, the room plunged into darkness, and a digital threat hijacked his monitors. My other five-year-old son had hacked the Don's network, starting a 60-second countdown to wipe out all his billions. Damien was forced to yield, but when the steel doors opened, his severely traumatized, silent six-year-old heir walked in—and immediately curled into my arms. Damien stared at us in shock, then slowly tore my divorce papers into pieces. "The deal is off."

“Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you’re not dying for me to rip these off and take you right here. Tell me, princess,” Jeremy whispered, his voice a low, dangerous rumble against my ear. “Does your boyfriend make your legs shake like I do? Does he make your breath hitch the way I do? Does he make you this wet?” He teased as his fingers moved slowly, deliberately, teasing the slick heat between my thighs. Every stroke sent sparks shooting through me, making my knees buckle. It was just for a night. Have fun, loosen up, but then Bella meets a stranger at a club who gave her the best night of her life. No names, no numbers, just heated moments. But her world collapses when her mother announces that she is marrying the wealthy, cold, powerful Adrian Wolfe, a man Bella had always disliked, now being forced to move into the Wolfe mansion without her consent, Bella discovers that the stranger she slept with that night turned out to be Jeremy Wolfe, her new stepbrother. He pretends he doesn’t remember her, teases her, humiliates her, and corners her whenever he gets the chance. Meanwhile Adrian grows increasingly protective and possessive, insisting he only wants to “take care of her.” But his protectiveness gradually grows into something darker, and Jeremy’s coldness hides a hunger he’s fighting so hard to bury. Stuck between a sinful stepbrother who knows her body, and a powerful stepfather who wants her heart, she is dragged into a world of obsession, jealousy, temptation and lies. Everyone wants a piece of her, everyone is hiding something and one wrong choice could destroy her. Will Bella fight her forbidden desires or will she surrender to a love that could devour her whole?

The warehouse reeked of motor oil and decay, its concrete walls closing in like a tomb. For three days, I had counted every crack in the ceiling, every echo of footsteps that meant another round of torment was coming. The masked figures had been methodical in their cruelty—electric shocks that left no marks, psychological games that shattered my sense of reality, and questions about my "worthiness" that made no sense. But now I was free. The broken window had been my salvation, its jagged glass cutting into my palms as I squeezed through the narrow opening. I didn't care about the blood or the pain shooting through my ribs. All that mattered was getting home to Dexter, feeling his arms around me, and reporting this nightmare to the police together. The cab driver's eyes had widened at my appearance—torn wedding dress rehearsal outfit, dirt-streaked face, hands wrapped in my torn sleeve to stop the bleeding. But I'd given him our address with such fierce determination that he'd driven without questions, stealing worried glances in the rearview mirror. Now I stood in the foyer of our penthouse, my legs trembling as adrenaline finally began to fade.

Aria comes home expecting to make things right with her longtime boyfriend but instead she gets into the wedding arrangements of her stepsister- the groom being her ex. A single agonizing night brings her into the hands of a stranger and she wakes up hoping that she will forget all. Until she goes to a job interview and discovers that the CEO is the man she slept with. Damon. Her uncle, an older and powerful person and the ex of her boyfriend. He hires her. He wants her. And he will not allow her to walk away. Their clandestine office affair becomes a scandal that everybody is talking about. Aria attempts to be tough, yet her family is attempting to manipulate her, Damon does not want to give up, and her past is ready to destroy everything. She begins to trust him just in time to be betrayed by the missing ex of Damon which also happens to look like Aria. The truth breaks her. The pregnancy, the heartbreak, the loss, the sickness... she believes that her story is finished. Until Damon returns to her life in a manner that she could never imagine- taking everything to rescue her. Now Aria has to choose whether she can love the man who replaced her once... or leave before she is hurt again. A Christmas wedding. A stolen company. The second opportunity that she did not expect. And one last turn that alters all.

His Assistant, His Secret Mira Hale is a disciplined, quiet executive assistant who believes professionalism is the only way to stay safe in a demanding workplace. For two years, she has kept her head down, managing the life and schedule of her boss, Julian Cross, a powerful businessman admired for his control, confidence, and success. Julian is married. He has a family, a reputation to protect, and a life that looks perfect from the outside. But behind closed doors, his marriage is strained, and the weight of unspoken dissatisfaction follows him everywhere. Mira notices the change in him long before she understands it. What begins as a strictly professional relationship slowly shifts into something more fragile and dangerous. Late nights, shared vulnerability, and emotional dependence blur the lines they both promised not to cross. As Mira struggles with guilt and restraint, Julian finds himself leaning on her in ways he never intended. When boundaries are finally crossed, consequences follow quickly. An unexpected pregnancy forces hidden truths into the open, shattering the careful balance Mira tried to maintain. Faced with judgment, heartbreak, and uncertainty, she must decide whether love is worth sacrificing her dignity, independence, and future. With the unwavering support of her best friend, Lena Brooks, Mira chooses a harder path one that demands strength, self-respect, and growth. His Assistant, His Secret is a story about forbidden love, power, consequence, and the quiet courage it takes to choose yourself when love is no longer enough.

Julian Thorne is a man of absolute control. As the ruthless CEO of a global empire, he has built his life on power, wealth, and emotional distance. When he discovers that struggling artist Elara Vance's family gallery sits on valuable real estate, he sees an opportunity for revenge against a rival connected to his family's scandal. His proposition is simple: marry him for one year, and he will save her family from financial ruin. Elara, desperate to save her father and their gallery, agrees to the contract, unaware of Julian's true motives. What begins as a cold, transactional arrangement becomes something neither of them expected, a passionate, intense connection that challenges everything they believe about love, trust, and vulnerability. But when secrets are revealed and betrayal strikes at their hearts, Julian and Elara must navigate a journey of redemption and healing. Can a love born from deception survive the truth? Or will the chains of his empire prove too strong to break?

‎Amira Davis was the perfect pawn, beautiful, brilliant, and betrayed by the very people she trusted most. Her stepsister stole her kidney. Her fiancé was a liar. And the man she loved? A monster in disguise. ‎ ‎So she jumped to end her life. ‎ ‎But death wasn’t the end, it was the beginning. ‎ ‎Reborn with a new name, a new mission, and the protection of the most dangerous Mafia boss in the city, Amira’s out for blood. She’s smarter. Stronger. And this time? She won’t hesitate to destroy anyone who stands in her way. ‎ ‎Even if it means falling for the one man who might break her all over again... ‎ ‎

As the sole heir to the prestigious Mary family, Mary had broken two cardinal rules. First, she should never have fallen for the man in her marriage of convenience. Second, she should never have handed her heart to Kevin, time and again, only for him to trample it underfoot. The first time, a sudden attack of acute gastroenteritis left her in too much pain to move. Enduring the agony, she called Kevin. His response was dismissive: "If you're sick, see a doctor. I'm busy." The thirty-sixth time, she was in a car accident. Dazed and disoriented, she managed to dial his number. She'd barely gasped, "I've been in an accident," before he cut her off impatiently. "Mary, these pathetic cries for attention are beneath you." Then he hung up. On the fifty-second occasion, she discovered she was pregnant. Elated, she went to tell him—only to overhear him confiding to a friend: "Mary and I? It's just a transaction. You know my heart only has room for Shirley." Five years of marriage, reduced to a transaction. She'd thought that even in a marriage of convenience, if she poured enough of herself into it, some sincerity might reach him. In that moment, her last illusion shattered. Without hesitation, Mary had her assistant book the earliest available appointment for a termination. Her first act after the procedure was to go to the office and reclaim the Northgate Project—the billion-dollar deal she'd just handed over to Kevin. She'd barely begun when he stormed in.