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For three years, Carol Bright was Edward Dawson's secretary and stepsister by day, and his secret lover by night. To him, she was just a game-disposable, forgettable, never meant to be loved. When Edward announces his engagement to someone else, he expects drama. Instead, Carol disappears from his life without a word. Now, she's no longer his. She's the heiress of the powerful Bright family-admired, untouchable, and far beyond his reach. Then he sees her with another man. She slips behind closed doors. The lights go out-and she never returns. That's when Edward realizes he's made the biggest mistake of his life. The woman he once thought he owned is now the one he can never have again.

Stepping out of the women's correctional center, Karli took her first breath of freedom in three years. But the luxury SUV waiting for her didn't bring her home. Instead, her adoptive parents tossed a prenuptial agreement onto her lap. They demanded she marry a violently unhinged, disfigured man so their company could secure a massive commercial deal. When she refused, her adoptive mother slapped her hard across the face. The blow brought back the suffocating nightmare from three years ago—how they had drugged her, framed her for a crime she didn't commit, and sent her to prison just so her stepsister could steal her fiancé. Now, to break her again, her adoptive father ordered his bodyguards to drag her into the estate's freezing, pitch-black basement. "You can rot in the dark without food or water until you sign that paper!" Sitting on the damp cement, bleeding and shivering, a white-hot fury burned away Karli's panic. They had stolen her youth, her reputation, and her grandfather's inheritance. She would rather die than be their sacrificial lamb again. She smashed the basement window with a hammer, dragged her bleeding body through the shattered glass, and sprinted blindly into the stormy night. Under the flickering neon sign of a convenience store, she grabbed the sleeve of a terrifyingly cold stranger. "Are you single? Marry me right now." She just needed a legal marriage to escape her family, entirely unaware she had just proposed to the most ruthless billionaire in Chicago.

Forbidden Flames: Spicy Series Book 2 My Stepbrother Stella I was a broken soul, and I never thought that I would be healed by my stepbrother. Alex My stepsister, whom I thought would hate her, but she became the one and only person whom I desire deeply. *** "No. Flower, you're not ugly. If you could see yourself through my eyes, you'd understand how beautiful and desirable you are." I hold her face in my hands again, pulling her closer. "You're lying, Alex. You treated me horribly at first because you thought I was ugly too." She's not ready to hear my words, lost in the pain caused by that asshole boyfriend of hers. I press my lips against hers again, wrapping my arms around her waist, pushing her against the car. Her hand rests on the car's bumper. I'm going to kiss her until she understands I'm not lying, that she is beautiful and desirable in every way.

Everyone in Manhattan envied me for being married to Julian Sterling, the "Saint of Wall Street." After a tragic accident ended my ballet career, he was the ultimate devoted husband, carrying me when I couldn't walk and managing my "mental episodes" with saintly patience. But inside our fifty-million-dollar penthouse, my savior was actually my jailer. I started losing time and forgetting entire days, while Julian insisted my "trauma" was making me lose my mind, forcing me to take heavy sedatives he personally prepared. The horror peaked when I discovered my disability was a lie; Julian had been paying my surgeon to inject neurotoxins into my ankle just to keep me dependent. He used deepfakes to convince the world I was psychotic, all while secretly harvesting my eggs to create an heir I never knew existed. I spent years mourning the life he stole, wondering how the man who once took a bullet for me could be the same monster who watched my bones shatter with a smile. Finding my stolen son being used as a pawn in his sick legacy was the final straw. Julian thought he broke my wings, but he only taught me how to hunt. He stole my life, my body, and my child. Now, I'm coming to take them all back.

For three years, I was the dutiful wife of billionaire Ervin Valdez. On our third wedding anniversary, he came home smelling of his mistress's perfume, pinned me down, and brutally mocked me. His mistress, Sylvia, had even sent me a fake ultrasound report to force me out of the picture. In Ervin's eyes, I was just a vicious, calculating liar who used a pregnancy to trap him into marriage. He didn't care that I had actually lost that baby, nor did he know the trauma of my gambling father selling me to a dark club where I was assaulted by a stranger. When I finally handed him the signed divorce papers, giving up all assets, and left the penthouse with nothing but an old suitcase, he just sneered. "She is playing a game of hard to get. She won't last three days before she comes crying back." He froze all my bank accounts, let his mistress humiliate me in public, and waited coldly for me to starve and beg. He thought my entire existence relied on his wealth, completely confident that I would inevitably surrender to his control. But he was wrong. I calmly opened my old laptop, bypassed the complex encryptions, and looked at the dozens of unread emails from top-tier global brands begging for my return. I resurrected my hidden identity as the legendary jewelry designer "R," and walked straight into the top design firm in Manhattan. "It is time to find myself again."

The pilot's voice crackled through the cabin announcing our descent into Boston. After weeks in Germany, I was finally coming home with the miracle I'd been waiting for. My hand instinctively rested on my stomach, still flat but now carrying the precious life I'd fought so hard to create. "We'll be landing in approximately fifteen minutes. Local time is 2:45 PM, and the temperature is a pleasant 72 degrees. Thank you for flying with us today." I closed my eyes, imagining Evan's face when I told him the news. After nine years together and countless fertility appointments, we were finally going to be parents. He'd been hesitant about the IVF treatment abroad, but I knew once he heard it had worked, all his doubts would vanish. My phone buzzed with notifications as soon as I switched it off airplane mode. Several missed calls from Rebecca, my closest colleague, and a flurry of text messages that I didn't have time to read as we touched down.

Ninety-eight unanswered texts. Then text ninety-nine: his ex crashed her car, and he's choosing her over our wedding day. So I walk out of the church in a fifty-pound gown, leave my ring bleeding on his promotion letter, and go home to disappear. What Julian doesn't know: I'm not just the bride he humiliated. I'm the Senior Legal Consultant who built his entire sixty-million-dollar trial—every exhibit, every cross-examination, every word he was supposed to win with on Tuesday morning. And his most ruthless competitor has been waiting a long time to make me their executive partner. He spent five years thinking I was his servant. He's about to learn I was his whole career. By Monday, the man who left me at the altar will walk into a courtroom with nothing. The question is: how far am I willing to let him fall?

The honeymoon glow still lingered on my skin when I pushed open our front door, my heart light with the memory of Nolan's hand in mine as we'd walked along the beach just days before. The house felt different somehow—quieter, more hollow—but I attributed it to the strange emptiness that always follows a perfect vacation. I found Nolan in our bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to me. Delicate tissue paper rustled between his fingers as he carefully wrapped something I couldn't quite see. The concentration on his face was the same expression he'd worn when choosing my engagement ring—focused, almost reverent. "What's that?" I asked, setting down my purse and moving closer. My stomach fluttered with anticipation. Maybe he'd bought me something special during our trip, a surprise he'd been saving. He glanced up, and for a split second, something flickered across his features—guilt? Annoyance?

I liquidated every asset I owned for a single gala ticket, convinced that after twenty years, Grafton Blanchard was finally going to ask me to be his partner. My husband, Kingston Riddle, even hinted that the diamond "Eternity Lock" bracelet I’d been eyeing was gone from the vault, and I was sure it was waiting for me. But when I reached the VIP suite, Grafton didn't look at me with love; he snapped that very bracelet onto the wrist of my rival, Bella Sterling. He stood before the crowd and announced their engagement, laughing as he called me his "little mascot" while I stood there in my best dress, feeling the entire world crumble beneath my feet. The betrayal went deeper when I overheard him telling his friends I was nothing more than a "burden" and a "puppy" he was too kind to kick to the curb. Desperate to fix his image, he lured me to a "peace offering" dinner where Bella theatrically threw herself down a flight of marble stairs. Within seconds, Grafton was looming over me, his face twisted in fury as he accused me of being a jealous, vicious monster. "I'm calling the cops. You want to play games? Let's see how you like a holding cell," Grafton roared, snatching my phone so I couldn't record his cruelty. The restaurant manager and the crowd sneered at me, ready to watch me be hauled away in handcuffs for a crime I didn't commit. I was a pariah, discarded by the man I’d spent my entire life protecting. I stood trembling against the wall, realizing that the man I loved was willing to ruin my life to protect a lie. I felt the weight of twenty years of devotion being thrown into the trash, and for the first time, I stopped wondering why I wasn't enough and started wondering how I could have been so blind. Just as the security guards moved in, the heavy doors swung open. My husband, Kingston—the man I thought was a cold stranger—stepped into the light and demanded the manager play the security footage on the big screen. As the video of Bella launching herself backward played for the entire restaurant, I didn't look at Grafton's pathetic apologies; I looked at the exit and realized my life was finally beginning.

Heidi gripped the sterile hospital bedsheets as violent contractions ripped her body apart. The heavy door opened, but it wasn't the doctor. It was Brigette, wearing the exact custom wedding dress Heidi had spent six months designing for herself. Brigette held up her phone on speaker. When the doctor warned that a natural delivery would kill the mother, Christian Page's voice echoed through the room, ice-cold and devoid of any warmth. "Prioritize the Page heirs. Let her die." The man she loved had just signed her death warrant over the phone. Brigette stole her newborn twins, dragged her to an abandoned warehouse, and poured gasoline over her bare legs. Flicking a lit cigar into the puddle, Brigette left Heidi tied to an iron pillar to burn alive. But as the flames formed a deadly circle around her, Heidi's body convulsed with a terrifying truth. In the heart of the blazing inferno, she miraculously gave birth to two more babies she didn't know she was carrying. Using her own back as a human shield against the falling embers, she survived the fire, but the ultimate betrayal burned deeper than her ruined skin. Four years later, Heidi returned to New York with a reconstructed face, two brilliant children, and a terrifying new identity as the world's top underground surgeon. When Christian, entirely unaware of who she was, signed a waiver begging her to save his dying grandfather's life, Heidi looked into his desperate eyes with absolute, clinical boredom. "The game starts now," she said coldly.

He left her on the streets. His brother-in-law picked her up. and made her his wife. On the day her ex, Mark, married the wealthy socialite Bella, Elena was thrown out with nothing but the clothes on her back-humiliated, broken, and utterly alone. Until Eric Thompson appeared. Bella's older brother. Mark's powerful brother-in-law. And the most feared Alpha in the city. He offered her a hand when no one else would. Then, he offered her a deal: A marriage in name only. A shield against her past. A chance to rebuild. Elena accepted, expecting a cold arrangement between strangers. But behind closed doors, Eric's carefully guarded control unraveled-and so did hers. Their chemistry was explosive, their nights intense, and the lines between business and pleasure blurred beyond recognition. He was the one man she could never have. and the only one she couldn't resist. But when Mark realizes what he truly lost, and Bella discovers the secret behind her brother's bride, Elena must decide: Is this just a contract? Or is this the love she was always meant to fight for?

"Look at that creamy little mess. You're leaking like a broken faucet, Sonia. Every heartbeat's pushing more out." Alex circled to her other side, stroking himself lazily, smearing the remnants of his earlier release along his shaft. "She's always done that," he said, almost reverent. "One good f**king and her c*nt turns into a cream factory. Used to soak through my sheets in minutes. Thick, white and sticky, like she's cumming whipped cream." "Sucking... Fucking... Anal s*x with the Strangers." Slutty Sonia craves the forbidden thrill of anonymous alpha strangers. In a steamy club private lounge, she drops to her knees, surrendering to different towering, veiny monsters, long, meaty c**ks pulsing with raw dominance. Precum drips as she worships them greedily, her drenched p**sy aching for brutal claiming. Bound in crimson ropes as she begs for their savage release, lost in filthy ecstasy. One wild night rewrites her as their eternal slut.

My father ordered me to marry into the cursed Vaughn family. Their heirs were rumored to die young from a mysterious genetic agony. My sister Kayden laughed, saying she wasn't going to waste her youth planning a funeral. So, I became the sacrificial lamb. When I refused, my father slammed his hand on the table and threatened to throw my dead mother's ashes into the city dump. "You are a struggling actress with no money and no power. You have no choice," he told me coldly. To make matters worse, my own agent drugged my drink at a business dinner, trying to sell my body to a sleazy investor just to secure project funding. I was completely cornered, suffocating under the weight of their cruelty. I couldn't understand how my own flesh and blood could be so vicious, treating me like a worthless pawn to be traded and discarded. But none of them knew that while escaping the drug-laced dinner, I crashed directly into the terrifying Vaughn heir, Algot. When his glowing crimson eyes locked onto me during a violent episode of his cursed pain, we discovered an impossible truth: my physical touch was the only cure for his agony. Looking at the dark bruises he accidentally left on my neck, I chose not to run. Instead, I pulled out the private business card he gave me and dialed his number. "You need me," I whispered to the dangerous billionaire. "And I am going to use you to destroy them all."

"Just ninety days, Viv. Then I have to marry her." "And what am I supposed to do when the clock runs out?" ​He's the meticulous, sterile CEO destined for a cold corporate marriage. She's the fiery, turpentine-scented artist who lives for chaos. Josh Sterling has been Vivian Rossi's safe harbor and secret heartbreak since they were ten. ​But with his wedding just three months away, decades of tension finally explode. Terrified of losing their friendship but helpless against the attraction, they make a devastating bargain: 90 days. Friends with benefits. No feelings. No future ​It was supposed to be a temporary goodbye to the 'what-ifs.' But as the days bleed into weeks, their arrangement becomes a seductive torture. Viv is forced to watch the man she loves prepare to marry another, and Josh must confront a terrifying truth, the only person who has ever truly seen him is the one he's set to abandon. ​90 days with the man i can't have is a searing, high-emotion contemporary romance. When time runs out, duty and desire will clash, demanding the ultimate sacrifice.

I kissed Ashton goodbye at our front door, my lips barely grazing his cheek before he pulled away. His eyes never left his phone screen, fingers dancing across the keyboard with an urgency I hadn't seen him show for anything related to me in months. "Have fun with your teacher stuff," he said, waving me off like I was an annoying interruption to something far more important. I hefted my suitcase into the trunk of my Honda, the weight of three days' worth of conference materials and clothes nothing compared to the heaviness settling in my chest. As I slammed the trunk shut, I caught sight of him through our living room window. That smirk. The same one he used to give me when we were dating, when he'd text me sweet messages throughout the day. Now it was directed at his phone, at someone else's words. "Bye bye, Meadow!" My parrot's cheerful squawk drifted from the open window, the phrase I'd taught him years ago when Ashton and I were still happy. I forced a smile and waved at the window, even though I knew Charlie couldn't see me from his perch.

Rebirth. Revenge. Romance. In her past life, Delia was blind to love. Betrayed by her cousin and ex, she discarded her "crippled" husband Curtis-only to die disfigured and alone. Now she's back. This time, she tears up the divorce papers and clings to Curtis's side-only to discover he's not weak at all. In fact, when he rises from his wheelchair, the world bows. "You're mine-body and soul," he growls, his voice like velvet and steel. She's the one seducing him now-until he's addicted, crazed, and can't live without her. She'll crush her enemies, reclaim everything they stole, and love the man who once gave her the world. This time, she'll give him back everything-and more.

The Lone Wolf: The Lost Female Alpha Twenty years of lies. A crown of silver. Two monsters fighting for her soul. Selina thought she was just a girl from the Thicket, raised in isolation by a protective aunt, told never to go into the city and especially never at night. But when a dying messenger collapses at her door, the "static" in her head finally finds its voice. She isn't human. She is the heir to the Silver Queen, and her blood carries the spark of a fallen empire. Now, she's being hunted. On one side stands Finn, known to the world as Kaelin's Hound - the lethal enforcer who helped burn her mother's palace to the ground. His touch is a wildfire of cedar and thunder, a fated mate bond that her body craves even as her mind screams murderer. He claims to be her protector, but every night she dreams of him with black eyes, standing over her mother's cooling body with a silver blade. On the other side is Malakai, the enigmatic King of the Dead Zone. He moves through the Shadow Fog like silk over broken glass, offering a numbing escape from the heat of a bond she doesn't trust. He promises her freedom from Finn's "leash," but his eyes hold a predatory silver that suggests he wants a battery for his own dark power, not a Queen. As the fog closes in and the "Silver Spark" begins to ignite, Selina must navigate a treacherous landscape of ancient covenants and blood-soaked secrets. In a world where even a loyal dog bites when it's hungry, she has to decide: Is Finn the hero who will help her reclaim her throne, or the demon who was sent to finish the job?

When Claire agrees to play her cold-hearted boss's girlfriend for a weekend, she never expects a fake romance to turn into a nine-month marriage contract worth millions. She becomes trapped in the world of the ultra wealthy and her abusive ex resurfaces to blackmail her with millions. She also falls in love with her cold-hearted boss, leading to an affair that gets her pregnant. But the reason for the contract marriage is no longer necessary. What happens now that Claire has no reason to stay married to her cold boss?

Emma planned a perfect surprise for her husband on Halloween night—only to discover that she was the real fool in a carefully staged spectacle. Betrayed not just by him, but by friends, family, and the society that watched in silence, she’s left humiliated and heartbroken. Yet even as she drowns in shame, her love for him claws at her, making it impossible to walk away. Torn between the need for revenge and the ache of what once was, Emma must decide if love is enough to survive the deepest cut of all.

The crystal chandelier cast a golden glow across the private lounge as I adjusted my silk gown, watching Marcus Delacroix's eyes follow the movement. The French businessman was notoriously tight-lipped about his financial dealings, but three glasses of Macallan 25 had loosened his tongue considerably. "Novah, you're the only one who truly understands the complexities of international finance," he slurred, leaning closer. "These American politicians have no idea how money really moves." I traced my finger along the rim of my champagne flute, a practiced gesture that had extracted millions in secrets over the years. "I find it fascinating how campaign contributions from overseas corporations are still legal if they're funneled through the right shell companies." Marcus laughed, a sound that carried the weight of men who believed their wealth made them untouchable. "The Wright campaign is particularly creative with their accounting. August Wright's rise to political prominence has been... exceptionally well-funded." My pulse quickened, but my expression remained perfectly neutral. "How interesting. I've heard he's quite the rising star." "Star, yes.

He called me his wild rose, the foster kid he rescued from the streets. He built me a gilded cage and told me it was love. Then I saw the text: my best friend, Karis, showing off the engagement ring he' d just given her. I rushed to his office, only to overhear the truth. I was just a "placeholder," a "stray he picked up," a useful toy to keep his family happy while he planned his real future with her. He laughed about how easily he could control me. "A little gaslighting, a few well-placed gifts, and she'll be back where she belongs. Under my thumb." His final act of love? Drugging me and handing me over to a monster, sacrificing me as a "body double" to protect his precious Karis. He thought I was just a broken foster kid with nowhere to go. He thought he could erase me. He was wrong. As the private jet he put me on exploded over the ocean, I was already gone-saved by the powerful family I never knew I had. Now, I'm coming back, and they will pay for every single lie.

I woke up ten days after being reborn, right on the day of my engagement to the ambitious prosecutor, Barrett. Before the ceremony, my illegitimate half-sister, Karly, intercepted my heirloom brooch. Also reborn, she smugly stole my fiancé, desperate for the glorious future of a powerful politician's wife. "He needs a wife who can help him rise, not an empty porcelain doll." She didn't know that in our past life, Barrett had ruthlessly traded me to a terrifying Mafia Don just to secure his political future. I happily let her take my nightmare, but my brief taste of freedom shattered instantly. To maintain power, my family's Matriarch ruthlessly married me off to the notorious Carney mafia family instead. On my wedding night, my playboy husband abandoned me for his screaming mistress, leaving me completely humiliated in front of the entire estate. The next morning, my vicious mother-in-law tried to hand me the family's financial ledgers. It looked like the ultimate power, but I knew it was a gilded trap meant to make me the scapegoat for their rotting, bankrupt syndicate. Karly paraded her perfect new life, waiting for me to be devoured by the underworld. My new in-laws laid deadly traps at every turn, expecting me to quietly drown with their sinking ship. Even the Dark Don of Chicago was stalking me from the shadows, furious that I had been given to another man. Everyone thought I was just a helpless pawn trapped in a monster's cage. But I was no longer the naive girl from my past life. Since they decided to throw me to the wolves, I would make sure I had the teeth to tear this whole world down.

I checked my watch again as I stepped out of my car in the downtown shopping center parking lot. 12:15 PM. Perfect timing to surprise Grayson with lunch from his favorite Italian bistro. After five years of marriage, I still loved creating these small moments of joy for him—unexpected gestures to break up his busy workday. Today's surprise: homemade tiramisu alongside his favorite penne arrabbiata. The spring air carried a gentle breeze as I smoothed down my floral sundress and adjusted my sunglasses. I'd taken extra care with my appearance today, wanting to look nice for our impromptu lunch date. Grayson had mentioned a client meeting downtown, and the restaurant was just around the corner from where he said he'd be. I spotted his silver Mercedes in the far corner of the lot, partially hidden behind a delivery truck. My lips curved into a smile as I headed in that direction, picturing the look of pleased surprise on his face.

The candles on the homemade chocolate cake flickered in the dim light of our Brooklyn apartment. I'd spent three hours baking it, using the last of our groceries and a recipe I'd memorized from the library's cookbook section. Twenty-eight candles—one for each year of Cassian's life. "Happy birthday to you," I whispered to myself, adjusting the vintage watch I'd saved for months to buy. It wasn't expensive, but it was elegant—something Cassian could wear to his new office downtown. The door clicked open at 11:47 PM. "Selena?" Cassian's voice was slurred, his tie loosened around his neck. The scent of expensive perfume—something floral and heady—clung to his suit jacket. "You're home." I stood from the couch, wiping flour from my apron. "I made cake." His eyes, usually so warm when they looked at me, were unfocused.