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A month before her wedding, Emily Hart receives an anonymous link. One click is all it takes to destroy her world. On a livestream watched by millions, her fiancé Ryan Cole openly kisses a famous influencer, mocks Emily as a helpless woman who would never leave him, and laughs about a prenup that would leave her with nothing. Heartbroken but far from weak, Emily decides not to cry. Instead, she teams up with Alexander Black, Ryan’s billionaire rival, and begins gathering evidence of Ryan’s affair, financial fraud, and secret plan to steal her family’s company. As Ryan’s perfect life starts to crumble, he finally realizes the woman he took for granted was the reason for his success all along. Now his mistress is turning against him, his empire is collapsing, and the fiancée he thought would beg him to stay is walking away forever. But when Ryan starts fighting to win her back, Emily faces a new problem. Because the billionaire helping her destroy her ex-husband may be the only man who has ever truly seen her worth. He humiliated her in front of millions. Now she’s about to take everything.

The Regency Hotel's lobby gleamed with polished marble and crystal chandeliers, but I barely noticed as I paced back and forth, checking my watch for the fifth time in twenty minutes. Three hours early—I knew it was excessive, but I couldn't help myself. After six months apart, I needed everything to be perfect for Maverick's homecoming. "Miss Patterson, would you like another glass of water?" The concierge approached with a sympathetic smile. "You've been here since noon." I smoothed down the emerald silk dress Maverick had once said brought out the gold flecks in my eyes. "Thank you, James. And could you please make sure the Dom P�rignon is chilling? Maverick prefers it with one ice cube." My fingers instinctively reached for the small pendant necklace at my throat—my mother's final gift before she passed. The cool metal against my skin usually calmed me, but today nothing could settle the butterflies in my stomach. "The conference room is arranged exactly as you requested," James assured me.

On the day of the company's annual gala, I spotted a sign posted at the entrance of the banquet hall. “Annalise Stewart and dogs prohibited.” I asked the staff to take down the sign just as Liliana Guzman strolled up, looking smug. “Annalise, it's just a harmless joke, right? You’re cool with it, aren’t you?” she said. I frowned, ready to retort, but before I could speak, Wesley Castro came out from the banquet hall. “What's the commotion here? Liliana’s just having a bit of fun. You shouldn’t take it so seriously.” Liliana threw me a triumphant look. As the awards ceremony was about to start, I decided not to argue with Wesley and made my way inside. To my surprise, the grand prize meant for me was given to Liliana.

"I want a divorce." I was eight months pregnant. He didn't know. For three years, I fixed every SEC filing he signed. Caught every error. Kept his billion-dollar firm clean. He never once asked what I did all day. When he said those three words over dinner, I didn't cry. I didn't beg. I just smiled and said, "Okay." Then I went upstairs, unlocked my study—the room he never entered—and pulled out a lease for a Brooklyn apartment. Incorporation papers for my own firm. And a folder full of evidence that could send his company up in flames. He thought he was divorcing a wife. He was actually firing the only person keeping him out of federal prison. Now his partners want to sue me. His mother is panicking. And he's been sitting in a hospital waiting room for seven hours—just for a chance to hold our daughter. He spent three years not seeing me. Now? He can't look away. My name is Nora Kidd. And I'm just getting started.

The invitation to Dr. Daphne Gibson's "Beauty in Resilience" charity gala had arrived on embossed cardstock, the gold lettering catching the light as I held it. A celebration of female strength through art, it had said. I'd been honored when Daphne personally called to invite me as her special guest. "Julia, you understand better than anyone what this exhibition means," she'd said, her voice dripping with false warmth. "Your presence will make it truly meaningful." Now, standing in the glittering ballroom of the Meridian Hotel, I realized I'd been horribly naive. "Ladies and gentlemen," Daphne announced, her voice carrying across the hushed room. "Tonight, we have a special surprise. Our keynote model will be someone who embodies resilience in its purest form." My stomach dropped as she turned toward me, extending her hand. "Julia Wheeler, please join us." The spotlight found me instantly.

‎She begged for years. ‎On her knees, in tears, swallowing every insult just to keep him. Everyone knew it. Everyone laughed at her. And he? He thought she would never stop. ‎ ‎But the last betrayal was different. It didn't break her, it burned everything she had left for him. This time she didn't cry, didn't argue, didn't even look back. She signed the divorce papers with steady hands and walked away as if he were nothing. ‎ ‎Now the woman who once begged is gone. What's left is colder, sharper, untouchable. And the man who threw her aside is the one who can't sleep, can't move on, can't forgive himself. ‎ ‎He thought she'd never leave. ‎He was wrong. ‎ When obsession turns into desire, when regret collides with lust, how far will he go to taste the woman who no longer belongs to him? ‎

"W-wait! Someone's comi- ah!" Dylan's gasps were muffled with a kiss that made his legs go weak. "Want me to stop?" The whisper made him shudder. "...no, b-but there's-" "Then be a good boy and focus on me. Spread your legs." Dylan as an innocent college student knew what he wanted in a guy and coincidentally, the Waltson's, their new neighbor, had a son Theo who was a perfect fit. But sadly straight and also not single. Aiming to drink out his sorrows at the school party and move on was an act he did not see ending with him sleeping with someone, but having no idea who it was the next morning. Soon, his hunt for the truth gets narrowed down to the Waltson's, and he gets faced with the late realization that Theo wasn't the only son of the Waltson's. With his elder brother, Lucas, and a mute twin, Kyle, his options of his drunk one night widens from one to three. Lucas and Theo had been present at the party, and Dylan saw his only chance of knowing the truth was getting closer to them. But to do that, he needed the help of Kyle who was anything but nice to him. His constant glares, his mischievous smiles, and his hand signs that get interpreted into nothing but lies. Almost like he was trying his best to keep him away from his brothers. And just when he thought that, he takes up the initiative to search up a sign Kyle had shown to him.  ^^You and him are never going to work out. I'll make sure of that.^^ In the game of finding out what Kyle meant by that, he stumbles across something even bigger. The Waltson's secret

The soft click of our apartment door closing echoed through the silence like a death knell. I looked up from the wedding seating chart spread across our dining table, my heart doing that familiar flutter it always did when Dalton came home. Tomorrow was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. "Joanna." His voice was different—cold, clinical. Not the warm tone of the man who'd whispered promises to me for nine years. I turned, my smile already forming, but it died on my lips when I saw the manila envelope in his hands. The way he held it, like it contained something toxic, made my stomach clench with sudden dread. "We need to talk." Those four words. Every woman knows those four words mean the end of something. I set down my pen, my injured right hand trembling slightly as I faced him fully.

"We shouldn't be doing this, Jax," I release a shaky breath, my eyes half-shut, my mouth partially open as I fight the burning desire that is threatening to burn me whole. "I know. I know. But I can't seem to hold back the desire no matter how hard I fight it. It's consuming me, Eliana. I want you so bad. Every single part of you. Everything. Right now, right here." He said, his hot breath fanning my face and sending a forbidden shiver down my spine. "Please tell me you want me too. You want me as badly as I want you. Tell me that your body is burning for me to touch you..." I take a deep breath to calm my racing heart. He knows damn well that I want him as much as he wants me and he was daring me to say it loud. God, I hate that I want him so badly. __________ After her boyfriend, Ethan, betrayed her after years of helping him with hockey training and being a supportive girlfriend, Eliana decides to make him pay.And only person who can help Eliana revenge against her scum ex-boyfriend is her Stepbrother, Jackson Harrison, her ex-boyfriend's biggest team rivalry. Eliana has no choice but to team up with her Stepbrother in order to defeat her ex-boyfriend's hockey team. Eliana makes a deal with her Stepbrother Jackson. She'll help Jackson to learn Ethan's weaknesses and he agrees to the deal because it's beneficial to him too. He really needs to win against Ethan's team to qualify for the champions. The Deal is simple and straight to the point, and Eliana is so focused to get revenge against her ex-boyfriend. However, what Eliana never realized was that she had made a deal with the devil...

Jazmin woke up with a splitting headache and red system error codes flickering across her vision, only to realize she was trapped in a bizarre reality as a billionaire's contract wife. Before she could even process the alien data in her mind, her arrogant husband, Adrian, threw a harsh divorce agreement onto her lap. "You get nothing. Melody is the one I love. You were just a placeholder," he sneered, demanding she leave the marriage without a single cent. When she didn't break down in tears, he grew furious and lunged forward, his fingers closing tightly around her throat to remind her of her place. His wealthy family expected her to quietly accept her public humiliation, while her greedy adoptive parents immediately demanded a payout, treating her like a worthless ATM. They all thought she was still the same fragile, pathetic woman who would beg for their scraps and cry over their cruelty. They had no idea that the original Jazmin was already dead, and the system had loaded a completely different, indestructible entity into her body. Jazmin didn't shed a single tear or gasp for air. She simply grabbed Adrian's wrist, shattered his bones with a sickening crunch, and tossed him through a glass window like a bag of trash. "I'd rather dance alone in hell than be a dog in your heaven." Taking the massive settlement she extorted, she walked straight into the arms of his deadliest rival, ready to tear this entire world apart.

The monsters they created have come home. George Alvarez, a Miami police officer, thought it would be just another patrol. Instead, he's forced into chaos, fighting to protect civilians in a mall overrun by predators not born of nature, while struggling to keep his life long secret. Survival is the only priority. Former Dr. Bridget Carter never intended to unleash hell. Once a rising star in genetic science, she walked away from the illegal experiments that twisted DNA into something unnatural, something alive. Now a quiet mother trying to forget, she finds herself trapped in Miami's crowded Bayside Mall... just as the creatures she once helped design break loose. As bodies fall and exits vanish, Bridget, George, and a small group of strangers, including a fading boxer, a disciplined fighter, and a scientist with dangerous knowledge, must navigate a maze of terror, uncover what went wrong, and stop the creatures before they reach the city beyond. But these aren't mindless beasts. They evolve. They hunt with intent. And they remember the people who made them. "The past never dies, it mutates."

On my seventh wedding anniversary, my husband, Camden, publicly announced his affair with his much younger personal trainer, Kai. The video went viral before I even woke up. But the real betrayal wasn't the affair. It was the sudden, horrifying realization that two years ago, he forced me to terminate our long-awaited pregnancy because it was "bad timing" for his new relationship with Kai. He and Kai humiliated me in my own home, shattering the glass sculpture I'd spent months creating for our anniversary. "It's just glass," Kai sneered. "Easily replaceable." Camden then tossed the broken pieces into the trash, along with the last of my love for him. Years of swallowing his betrayals, of enduring his cruelty, finally came to an end. The woman who once crumbled at his feet was gone, replaced by a cold, profound emptiness. I watched him stand there, smug and triumphant with his new lover, completely oblivious to the storm he had unleashed. He thought he had broken me, but he had only forged me into something new, something unbreakable. "Fine," I said, my voice a calm whisper that cut through his arrogance. "Divorce me." This wasn't just the end of a marriage. It was the beginning of his ruin.

My husband, Derek, once called me his princess. But when my parents died and I miscarried our child, he told me to be "radically independent" and handle my grief alone. After I tried to end my own life, I woke up in the hospital to see him holding his crying assistant, Krystal. He whispered to her, "You never have to be strong with me." He told the doctors I was just seeking attention and hung up. Krystal later visited, blaming me for the miscarriage before destroying my mother's heirlooms. Derek believed her lies, throwing me out of our home and leaving me with nothing. He thought I was a weak, dependent woman he could easily discard. He thought his tech empire was his own creation. He never knew his "self-made" success was a gift, secretly funded by my billionaire family. Now, he's about to learn what happens when a princess decides to become a queen.

The first contraction hit me like a tidal wave, stealing my breath and doubling me over in the middle of the Warren estate's marble foyer. I clutched my swollen belly, feeling the sudden, violent tightening that signaled my baby was ready to enter the world—weeks earlier than expected. "Harper?" Sterling's voice carried from his study, followed by hurried footsteps. "What's happening?" "I'm—" Another contraction cut off my words, more intense than the first. "The baby's coming." Sterling appeared before me, his usually composed face shifting into something I couldn't quite read. Concern? Excitement? But there was something else there too—calculation. "We need to get you to the hospital," he said, reaching for his phone. "Now." I nodded, trying to steady my breathing as he helped me to the car.

Tessa Sterling's life was never meant to be this complicated. Once the daughter of privilege, she now works double shifts to keep her little sister in school after her stepmother seized control of her late mother's inheritance. When her sister begs her to pick her up from a celebrity concert, Tessa expects nothing but chaos. Instead, she runs straight into Kingsley Voss-international superstar, billionaire CEO, a global icon, and every woman's fantasy. But Kingsley isn't what the cameras show. Behind his fame hides a secret that could destroy his career-a daughter, whose existence no one must ever know. When fate throws Tessa into his world again, this time as a potential nanny, sparks fly and tempers flare. She loathes his arrogance, his charm, his shameless flirting-but she can't resist the bond she forms with Luna. Kingsley is torn between protecting his secret and protecting the woman who's turning his world upside down. But the closer Tessa gets to his daughter... the closer she gets to uncovering the truth he's sworn to hide. And when love collides with lies, someone's heart will have to pay the price. Behind every secret lies a forbidden truth-and behind every man like Kingsley Voss, a woman strong enough to bring him to his knees.

To keep her art scholarship, Vesper had to complete a life-size woodcarving for her final project. But her randomly assigned model was Slade Forrester, the arrogant basketball captain who had shattered her grandfather's priceless antique carving tools freshman year without a single apology. When Vesper blackmailed him with a ten-thousand-dollar property damage claim to force him into the studio, Slade mercilessly turned the tables. "I'll be your model, but you're going to do something for me in return." He demanded she carve a custom piece to help him woo a girl who hated his guts, and forced Vesper to act as his personal spy. The target turned out to be Vesper's own roommate. To make matters worse, Slade caught onto Vesper's terrifyingly deep, secret crush on his polite roommate, Julian. He ruthlessly weaponized her anxiety, mocking her stuttering panic and trapping her in a twisted mutual-blackmail deal that left her completely suffocated. Exhausted, humiliated, and desperate to escape this nightmare, Vesper logged onto the university portal at 2 AM to register for a quiet online elective where she wouldn't have to see anyone. But the system lagged, locking her out of every normal class and leaving only one open seat in a brutal varsity physical conditioning course. With her required credits and scholarship on the line, she had absolutely no choice but to hit register. Then the syllabus loaded on her screen. The Teaching Assistant for the class was Slade Forrester.

I had just survived a private jet crash, my body a map of violet bruises and my lungs still burning from the smoke. I woke up in a sterile hospital room, gasping for my husband's name, only to realize I was completely alone. While I was bleeding in a ditch, my husband, Adam, was on the news smiling at a ribbon-cutting ceremony. When I tracked him down at the hospital's VIP wing, I didn't find a grieving husband. I found him tenderly cradling his ex-girlfriend, Casie, in his arms, his face lit with a protective warmth he had never shown me as he carried her into the maternity ward. The betrayal went deeper than I could have imagined. Adam admitted the affair started on our third anniversary-the night he claimed he was stuck in London for a merger. Back at the manor, his mother had already filled our planned nursery with pink boutique bags for Casie's "little princess." When I demanded a divorce, Adam didn't flinch. He sneered that I was "gutter trash" from a foster home and that I'd be begging on the streets within a week. To trap me, he froze my bank accounts, cancelled my flight, and even called the police to report me for "theft" of company property. I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was a charity case he had plucked from obscurity to manage his life. To the Hortons, I was just a servant who happened to sleep in the master bedroom, a "resilient" woman meant to endure his abuse in silence while the whole world laughed at the joke that was my marriage. Adam thought stripping me of his money would make me crawl back to him. He was wrong. I walked into his executive suite during his biggest deal of the year and poured a mug of sludge over his original ten-million-dollar contracts. Then, right in front of his board and his mistress, I stripped off every designer thread he had ever paid for until I was standing in nothing but my own silk camisole. "You can keep the clothes, Adam. They're as hollow as you are." I grabbed my passport, turned my back on his billions, and walked out of that glass tower barefoot, bleeding, and finally free.

The weather alerts had been blaring all morning, their urgent tones cutting through the usual rhythm of our household. Category 4 Hurricane Delilah was barreling toward our coastal region with winds exceeding 130 mph, and I wasn't about to let Eleanor weather this alone in her small apartment across town. "Elias, your mother needs to stay with us tonight," I said, finding him in his study reviewing quarterly reports as if the approaching storm was merely an inconvenience. "The evacuation zone includes her building." He barely looked up from his laptop. "She'll be fine, Alice. That building has weathered storms before." The dismissiveness in his voice sparked something fierce in my chest. "Your mother is seventy-three years old. I'm not leaving her alone during a Category 4 hurricane, and that's final." I didn't wait for his response. By noon, I was driving through increasingly aggressive wind gusts to collect Eleanor, my hands gripping the steering wheel as palm fronds whipped across the road like nature's confetti. Eleanor was waiting with a small overnight bag and her signature warm smile when I arrived.

My best friend and I got married on the same day, both joining the illustrious Gonzalez family. I married the older brother, Harrison Gonzalez, the CEO, while she married the younger brother, Ethan Gonzalez, the artist. Our childhood playmates became our husbands, and my close friend became my sister-in-law. We believed we were marrying for love. However, as time went on, our deep friendship contrasted sharply with our strained marriages. Gossip surrounded Harrison, and Ethan had a flirtatious nature. It felt as though we were trapped, like birds in a cage, longing for freedom. I found myself turning into the kind of wife who stayed up late, anxiously waiting for her husband to come home. With a heavy heart, I realized we couldn't continue like this. "This can’t go on.

Seventeen years ago, Ye family held a wrong daughter, and seventeen years later, he was found. s The return of the real daughter is despised by her father, disliked by her grandmother, and disliked by her nominally fiance. Her father "Gu annd Ye family arre married. The Gu family doesn't accept a village girl as a daughter-in-law. For the sake of the interests of both families, we will announce that you are an adopted daughter." Mrs. ye: "your academic performance is too poor to sleep in the master room. Go to the guest room." Fiance: "only the daughter of the Ye family, Mary Ye, is worthy of me. Get out of here!" Yuri said: it doesn't matter. Later The name Yuri appears frequently in the headlines. Uncover secret 1: Yuri is the learning ttalent with full marks in the college entrance examination! Uncover secret 2: the hacker crow is Yyru! Uncover secret 3: No.1 in the list of natural medicine is Yuri! Uncover secret 4: Yuri is Fremmingo's favorite! Uncover secrets 5: Once those who despised Yuri were slapped in the face, kneeling for help, but they were taught by a man.

⚠️ Warning: This book contains explicit scenes, strong language, mature content, sexual kinks and dark themes that may not be suitable for some readers. Read at your own risk. Trevor Matai had already made himself an enemy of half the school just by being the smartest person in the class. So when he won the student body presidency, they just found newer and louder reasons to come for him. What he was not prepared for was jerking awake from a nightmare in the middle of class, calling out Sean Pierre's name in front of everyone, and having a very visible and undeniable 'boner' to go along with it. Does that mean he got 'bricked up' for Sean. That was quite unbelievable because Sean Pierre, who is a star quarterback and the school's golden boy, happens to be the most aggressively straight guy Trevor had ever been forced to share oxygen with. So, Sean was the absolute last person his subconscious should have chosen. And now the whole school knew. What followed was supposed to be punishment as a result of the two clashing over school activity funds. Instead, something neither of them planned for started building because the closer Sean kept him, the harder it became to pretend that none of it meant anything. But Sean was the star quarterback and there were rules that came with that title. And wanting Trevor wasn't something the world around them was going to quietly allow. Two boys with two different dreams that couldn't both survive this situation, which seemed like a rivalry that had already drawn blood and a romantic feeling between them that refused to take note of that. Society had already written the rules, but they were about to break those rules and rewrite them. Because when someone is willing to burn everything down for you... the only question left is whether you are brave enough to let them and decide what you are willing to risk for love.

My husband unveiled a custom pink car on live TV, calling it a "tribute to our love." The internet hailed him as the perfect man. But I knew the truth. That car was the exact place he cheated on me with his VP, Keri. And the lipstick stain on the passenger seat wasn't mine. He thought I was at home, waiting to celebrate his success. Instead, I was at a clinic, signing a waiver to surgically remove my memories. I aborted the child he desperately wanted. I smashed the jade locket he claimed bound our souls together. I burned my passport, my license, and every photo of us in the kitchen sink. When he finally came home, he found nothing but an empty house and a gift box containing the remains of our unborn child. A year later, he crashed my engagement party in Charleston, falling to his knees and begging for forgiveness. I looked down at the weeping billionaire and felt absolutely nothing. "I'm sorry, sir," I said calmly. "But do I know you?"

"I married him to save my mother... but my husband already owned my past." Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. He gave me three rules: No emotions. No questions. Stay out of his private wing. I should have listened. Because nothing about this marriage is normal. The staff whisper when I pass. My name makes people freeze. And my husband watches me like I'm a problem he hasn't solved yet. Like he's waiting... For me to remember. I thought I was trapped in a contract. But the truth? I was chosen. And when I finally break his rules, I find a photo that changes everything Me. From years ago. In his possession. "You knew me... before you married me." And the way he looks at me tells me one thing This isn't where my story begins. It's where it comes back to life.

She lost everything the night her parents died. He built an empire out of shadows and blood. Neither expected fate to tie them together. Amara Hayes has spent her life striving-through grief, running from danger, and from a past soaked in secrets. When she earns a scholarship to Grandcrest University in Veyra, she believes it's her chance to finally start over. But then she meets Damien Blackwood-the cold, untouchable CEO whose name alone makes even the mafia tremble. The world knows him as a billionaire. In the underworld, he is Ares, a man feared more than death itself. To Damien, Amara is no stranger. She is the girl who once saved his life, the light that haunted him in the dark. Now that he's found her again, he won't let her slip away. Not this time. Drawn into his dangerous orbit, Amara soon discovers the man protecting her may also be tied to the tragedy that destroyed her family. Torn between her growing feelings and her thirst for truth, she finds herself caught in a love that feels more like obsession... and a danger she may never escape. Because when Ares claims something, he never lets it go.