Drugged, Seduced, And Married To His Brother

A spiked martini at her second-anniversary party led Amelia to stumble into a dark VIP suite, where she unexpectedly lost her virginity to a stranger. Returning home, the morning light revealed her husband, Kyler, reeking of another woman's perfume, with red lipstick on his collar and a fresh scratch below his ear. The suffocating guilt of her own mistake instantly vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp block of ice. Kyler, instead of apologizing, mocked her and threatened to cut off her ailing mother's nursing home funding if she didn't play the loving wife. His two years of coldness and refusal to touch her, claiming stress, were exposed as a pathetic, disgusting lie. Amelia, refusing to be a victim, filed for divorce and began a digital hunt for the IP address that had wiped the club's security servers. Amidst this escalating fight, she encountered Kyler's formidable half-brother, Jonas Brown, her old academic rival. The familiar scent of crisp cedar and dark tobacco, combined with a fresh scratch on his hand, sparked a terrifying, impossible suspicion. Then, trapped in his car, a phone call confirmed her custom Cartier ring was missing from the very penthouse suite where she'd spent that fateful night. The horrifying truth slammed into her: Jonas was the stranger. Without a word, she Venmoed him $5,000.00 with the note: "Service fee and hush money." This was war.

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The afternoon sun hit the glass storefront of Gemma's mother's art gallery in downtown Manhattan.

Gemma had barely reached the front door when two massive bodyguards stepped into her path.

A silver Porsche slammed on its brakes against the curb. Joseph practically fell out of the driver's seat, sweating through his expensive shirt.

He marched up to Gemma, his presence a wall of barely contained fury.

"Get in the car," Joseph demanded, his breathing heavy.

Gemma stood her ground, her skin crawling at his proximity. "The divorce agreement is signed, Joseph."

"I haven't filed it yet," Joseph sneered, stepping closer. "You are still Mrs. Roberson."

He lowered his voice, his tone turning vicious. "If you don't come to the Hamptons and play the perfect wife tonight, I will pull the financial guarantee on this gallery tomorrow. Your mother's legacy will be bankrupt by noon."

Gemma stared at the beautiful paintings displayed in the window. Her fingernails dug so hard into her palms that she almost drew blood.

She swallowed the bile rising in her throat.

"Fine," Gemma said, her voice dead. "But the minute this dinner is over, you file the papers."

Joseph smirked and gestured sharply toward the backseat of the Porsche.

Two hours later, the car pulled through the massive iron gates of the Roberson estate in the Hamptons.

Security guards patrolled the manicured lawns with Dobermans.

Before Gemma could open her door, Joseph grabbed a heavy diamond necklace from a velvet box and forced it around her neck.

The cold stones covered the red marks left by the stranger.

"Smile," Joseph ordered, instantly shifting his face into the mask of a loving husband.

Gemma linked her arm through his. She walked into the grand ballroom, her face a perfect, emotionless mask.

For thirty minutes, she endured the fake smiles and hollow conversations of the elite.

Suffocating, she excused herself to the restroom and slipped down a quiet hallway.

She pushed open the glass doors leading to the back garden, desperate for the cold ocean air.

In the shadows near the stone fountain, the red cherry of a cigarette glowed in the dark.

Gemma wasn't paying attention. She stepped forward, her heel catching on the uneven stone, and stumbled directly into a solid, hard chest.

A large, warm hand immediately shot out, gripping her elbow to steady her.

A heavy, intoxicating scent of bergamot and cedarwood washed over her face.

Gemma's body went completely rigid. Her breath caught in her throat.

She snapped her head up.

The dim garden lights illuminated sharp jawlines, deep, dark eyes, and a mocking smirk.

Jakob Fuentes.

Gemma gasped, stumbling backward. "Tyrant?" she blurted out, using his old college nickname.

Jakob dropped his cigarette and crushed it beneath his expensive leather shoe. He took a slow, deliberate step toward her.

He looked down at her. His eyes swept over her conservative dress, a flicker of something akin to impatient scrutiny in their depths. It was the uniform of the constrained woman she seemed to have become, and he absolutely hated it.

"Playing the good little housewife?" Jakob's voice was a low, cruel rumble. "This performance is tiresome."

Gemma forced her spine straight, ignoring the strange panic fluttering in her chest. "My life is none of your business, Jakob."

Jakob didn't stop moving until he was inches away from her.

His gaze was a physical weight, dropping to the heavy diamond necklace at her throat and lingering there.

Gemma's stomach did a violent flip.

He leaned down, his lips hovering just above her ear.

"Is it?" Jakob whispered, his voice dark and heavy. "Because I have a feeling there's more to you than this carefully constructed facade."

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I'm Sana. I once became a surrogate for Selina, the former Luna, as I desperately needed money to save my mother. After giving birth to Angela, Selina passed away, and I was bound by a three - year contract with Alpha Frank. During those years, I endured so much. Angela, influenced by Yulia, Selina's sister, treated me horribly. She stuck gum in my hair, threw stones at me, and put a dead rat in my bed. Alpha Frank, consumed by grief for Selina, used me as a stand - in, then cruelly rejected me. When the contract ended, I tried to leave, but was framed and thrown into a cellar. Finally, I escaped to Mountain Ridge Pack, my mother's home. There, I met Daniel, and we became close. When Alpha Frank and Angela found me, Angela apologized, but I refused to go back. Now, with Daniel by my side, I'm ready to embrace a new, happy life.

Action Fantasy Werewolf

8.0

Iced Heart Found Love Beneath The Waves

8.0

Elite agent Elara lives for the mission, her emotions frozen by years of high-stakes combat. During a dangerous underwater operation, she is rescued by Julian, a mysterious man living in isolation beneath the waves. As they navigate external threats and hidden agendas, Julian’s warmth begins to melt Elara's icy exterior. Together, they must survive a deadly conspiracy while discovering a profound connection that transcends their worlds.

Action Modern Romance

7.6

Jilted By Nephew, Claimed By King

7.6

I was kneeling on the cold concrete of an abandoned warehouse, staring at a ticking timer while a masked man held a knife to my throat. My fiancé's nephew, Preston, finally burst through the door, but he wasn't alone. He was clutching my stepsister, Felicia, both of them looking frantic. The kidnapper gave Preston a brutal choice: the bomb was rigged to the door, and he could only take one woman with him. The other would stay behind to burn. Without a single second of hesitation, Preston grabbed Felicia's hand and turned his back on me. "I'm sorry, Annelise," he said, his voice flat and devoid of any real regret. He slammed the heavy iron door shut, leaving me to scream in the darkness as the flames began to roar. He didn't just leave me to die; he did it to protect his inheritance, treating me like a piece of trash that was finally being cleared from his path. Later, in the hospital, he didn't even offer an apology. Instead, he raised his hand to strike me, threatening to finish what the fire started if I dared to speak a word about his cowardice. His stepsister laughed, trying to pour scalding coffee on my face while calling me a pathetic loser who should have stayed in the warehouse. I sat there, cowering and shaking like a broken girl, letting them believe they had won. I watched their cruelty with wide, watery eyes, wondering how they could be so blind to the monster they were provoking. What Preston didn't know was that the entire kidnapping was a performance I had choreographed myself, and every second of his betrayal was recorded in 4K. Now, I've successfully moved into the manor of the real king-his uncle, Francesco Lancaster. He thinks he's rescued a wounded bird, but he's actually invited a world-class predator into his home. The game is no longer about survival; it's about total destruction.

Action Adventure Romance

8.3

My New Husband Is Too Dangerous To Love!

8.3

Kristine planned to surprise her husband with a helicopter for their fifth anniversary, then learned the marriage had been a setup from day one. The man she called a husband never loved her-it was all one hell of a lie. She dropped the act, shed a lot of weight, and rebuilt herself, ready to make every bastard eat their words. After an impulsive remarriage, she accidentally exposed who she really was: a star designer and heir to a billion-dollar empire. And the bodyguard she'd hired was him all along! Who would've known, the "college student" she married turned out to be a feared underworld kingpin.

Action Modern Romance

7.9

Not Just An Incubator: The Ex-Wife's Cold Revenge

7.9

Ten minutes. That was how close I was to handing my fiancé the keys to a three-hundred-million-dollar empire built on my code. But when I walked into the office, his mistress was sitting in my chair, spinning the pen I bought him for our anniversary. Caleb didn't even look up. He told me the investors wanted stability, not a pregnant woman. He called our unborn child a "liability" and ordered security to escort me out of the building I paid for. I went home to pack, only to find a burner phone hidden in the closet. The texts were brutal. He called me an "incubator." He said once the deal was signed, he’d take the baby and dump the "nerd." When he caught me with the phone, he didn't apologize. He dragged me by my hair and threw me into the soundproof panic room to keep me quiet until the deal closed. "Caleb, please! I'm bleeding!" I pounded on the steel door until my hands were raw. But he just locked it and went to eat pizza with his mistress. Alone in the dark, on the freezing concrete, I felt the life inside me slip away. He hadn't just stolen my company; he had killed my child. He thought I was broken. He thought I was just "the help." But he forgot one thing: I built the security system he was trying to sell. Three days later, I rolled my wheelchair into his victory press conference, flanked by his biggest rival. "Do you trust your new code, Caleb?" "Because I wrote the backdoor. And I just opened it."

Action Modern Romance

7.7

Seducing And Playing My Alphas

7.7

Five years ago, Zaria Blackthorne lost everything. Framed as a traitor's daughter, she watched her parents die, was betrayed by her fated mate, Callum Nightbane, and cast into prison-only to be saved by a monster who wanted to ruin her. That night, she should have died. But fate had other plans. Now, she's back. No longer the naïve girl who once begged for mercy, she has been reborn as Celeste Draven, the temptress of Nightbane Academy. With a new identity, a rare bloodline that makes her irresistible, and a body forged for seduction, she is ready to dismantle the lives of those who betrayed her-one sinful encounter at a time. But revenge comes at a cost. Three powerful men are obsessed with her and they are a tool in her revenge games and then she realised the deeper she played, the harder it becomes to keep the men in control. And what do you think will happen when the truth comes to light, and she discovered she was being played herself? Will she sacrifice her love for vengeance or allow her enemies to burn and claim the throne for herself? Dive into this story of betrayal, revenge, reverse haram, and obsession, where no man actually owns Zaria Blackthorne.

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Drugged, Seduced, And Married To His Brother

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