
He Let Me Drown, Another Man Taught Me Love
Nina had been by Julian's side for ten years, ostensibly as his personal doctor, but in reality, she was his lover.
Whenever he was injured in conflicts, she treated him; during his moments of loneliness, she was there to comfort him.
Nina believed that if she devoted enough, she would eventually win his heart.
That was until his idealized love returned to the country, rendering Nina worthless in his eyes, and he discarded her like yesterday's news.
Even his assistant couldn't bear to see it and advised Julian to appreciate her, but he scoffed at the suggestion. "Nina was never part of my life plan. I kept her around because she bore a slight resemblance to Aria."
In that instant, Nina's infatuation seemed like a joke.
When he wrapped his arm around his idealized love's waist, smiling as he asked her to help plan their wedding, Nina didn't cry or cause a scene; she just smiled through her tears and obediently agreed.
Then she turned around and dialed a number. "There are seven days left in the ten-year commitment. I am applying for termination, and from now on, I will have nothing to do with Julian."
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Chapter 1
For ten years, Nina Avery had stayed by Julian Blackwell's side. On the surface, she was his concierge doctor. In truth, she was also the woman he turned to for his physical needs.
When he came back from violent clashes wounded and bleeding, she treated him. When loneliness gnawed at him in the quiet of the night, she was the one who eased it.
Nina had once believed that if she gave enough of herself, someday she would reach his heart.
But when the woman Julian had always loved suddenly returned to the country, Nina's usefulness vanished. To Julian, she became something disposable.
Even the assistant couldn't bear to see it and tried to persuade Julian to value her. Julian only let out a dismissive laugh.
"Nina was never part of my life plan. I only kept her around because she resembled Aria a little."
In that instant, Nina's devotion felt like a cruel joke.
Later, when he wrapped an arm around Aria Monroe's waist and casually asked Nina to help prepare the wedding, Nina didn't cry. She didn't make a scene. She only smiled until her eyes turned red and quietly agreed.
Then she turned away and made a call.
"The ten-year contract expires in seven days. I'm requesting termination. From this moment on, I will have nothing more to do with the Blackwell family."
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Ten years earlier, eighteen-year-old Nina had signed a blood contract with the Blackwell family at her father's funeral. In exchange for a secure future, she would remain by Julian's side as his concierge doctor for ten years.
Now, at twenty-eight, Nina stood in the third-floor corridor of Blackwell Manor, gripping the contract that was about to expire. Her heartbeat thundered in her chest.
She should have left calmly.
But sometime during those ten years, she had fallen in love with Julian.
Not because he was the heir to the Blackwell family of Serricilia. Not because he controlled half of the Eastridge Underworld Network. Simply because he was Julian.
Just as she was about to confess her feelings to him, Julian's deep, pleasant voice drifted from the study. "Aria is returning tomorrow. Notify everyone. Her room should be arranged exactly the way it was ten years ago. The engagement banquet will be in autumn. I'm going to marry her."
The assistant hesitated. "Mr. Blackwell, what about Nina?"
Julian fell silent for a moment, then let out a quiet chuckle. "She was never part of my plans. I kept her around because she resembled Aria a little."
Nina froze where she stood, as if struck by lightning.
Aria.
The girl Julian had loved in his youth but could never have.
The young doctor who had stayed by his bedside all night when he was gravely wounded in a gunfight at sixteen.
The childhood sweetheart forced to leave for Nuwhuenia because their families opposed them, the reason he had remained unmarried for ten years.
Nina suddenly remembered that Aria was also a doctor.
Before Nina ever appeared, it had always been Aria who treated Julian's wounds, prepared his medicine, and stayed beside him through every brush with death.
So for ten years, she had only been Aria's shadow.
Julian had allowed her to stay close only because she shared Aria's calm professionalism and medical skill. Even… their features carried a faint resemblance.
Nina leaned against the cold wall, her nails digging into her palm to keep herself from crying out loud.
The day Aria returned, she wore a wine-red velvet gown. With nothing more than a faint smile, she became the talk of the entire city.
Julian personally went to the airport to bring her home. The moment they stepped into the foyer, they pulled each other into an embrace and kissed deeply.
It was a kiss Nina had never received from him.
She stood on the second-floor balcony, watching in silence.
Her mind drifted back to Christmas Eve a year earlier. Slightly drunk, she had stood on her toes, trying to kiss Julian.
He turned his head away and said softly, "Nina, stop it."
At the time, she thought he was reserved, self-controlled, respectful.
Only now did she understand. He simply didn't like her.
Julian walked into the living room holding Aria's hand. His gaze swept briefly over Nina as he spoke in his usual calm tone. "Nina, this is Aria Monroe. She'll be staying in the east wing from now on. Make sure she's comfortable."
Nina lowered her eyes. "Yes, Mr. Blackwell."
Aria stepped forward with a bright smile and slipped her arm through Nina's. "Nina, Julian talks about you all the time! He says you've saved him more times than he can count. You're practically our lifesaver!"
The words "our lifesaver" cut straight through Nina's heart.
That night, Julian hosted a lavish banquet to welcome Aria home.
The hall was filled with powerful figures from across the Eastridge Coast. One toast after another was raised, congratulating Julian on finally bringing back the woman he had always loved.
Nina excused herself early, claiming she wasn't feeling well.
She had barely stepped out of the dining hall when Julian called after her.
He stood beneath the moonlight, his suit perfectly tailored. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes were impossible to read. "I heard you were rather cold toward Aria today."
Nina froze for a moment. For a split second, she saw the Julian she had first met ten years ago, the same striking presence that made it impossible to look away.
She lowered her gaze slightly. "I didn't."
"You'd better not have." Julian's tone remained gentle, yet the authority behind it was unmistakable. "Aria has been cherished her whole life. She's innocent. If you ever bully her, you know exactly how I deal with things."
A chill ran through Nina's entire body.
This was Julian. A gentleman on the surface, ruthless underneath.
She nodded. "I understand."
Julian turned to leave.
Finally, Nina gathered the courage to ask the question she had buried in her heart for ten years. "Julian, I've been by your side for ten years. Was there ever even a second when you…"
Julian's indifferent voice cut her off. "No."
With that, Julian's figure disappeared around the corner.
Nina's body trembled slightly. He hadn't even waited to hear the rest of her sentence before cutting off every feeling she had carried for him.
Back in her room, she immediately dialed Edmund Blackwell.
"Mr. Blackwell, the ten-year contract expires in seven days. I'm requesting termination. I'll take the compensation that belongs to me, and from that point on I'll have nothing to do with the Blackwell family."
There was a long silence on the other end before Edmund's aged voice spoke. "Nina, do you really want to leave? Everyone can see that you love Julian."
Nina spoke softly. "But he doesn't love me."
Edmund sighed. "Alright. In seven days, you'll have both the check and your freedom."
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7.4
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I was told that I had been married to Caspian, the ruthless Godfather of the New York Mafia, for five years.
I had harbored a crush on him for a long time, so marrying him should have been good news.
But the terrible truth was, he didn't seem to love me.
After losing my five years of memory, he felt like nothing more than a stranger to me.
"Break the blood oath, Caspian," I said. "We're getting a divorce."
Yet later, he would pace outside my door late at night, refusing to leave: "Darling, just look at me one more time, please?"

7.2
Every story in this collection is a direct line to your own wanting, each read leaves you drenched, and craving more thighs pressed together, breath caught in your throat.
From a stranger's fingers finding you in a crowded bar to the slow, devastating unraveling of a woman on her knees, these are the moments you'll return to, again and again, until you're trembling.
Warning: "Not for the faint of heart-only for the Dirty Slut-Seekers who crave the filth.
Open the book only when you're ready to be ruined, and consumed by your filthy fantasies.

9.8
Adeline's stepmother had secretly drugged her for years, turning a child genius into a drooling, mentally disabled laughingstock just so her stepsister could steal her life.
But when her greedy father sold her off to Griffin Herring—a violent, untouchable billionaire psychopath—to save his company, things took a deadly turn.
Before the wedding, Griffin attacked her in a dark alley, nearly snapping her neck before stealing her grandfather's silver necklace.
That necklace held a micro-drive with her family's deepest secrets, and without it, she had nothing.
Back at the estate, her situation only worsened. Her stepsister Damaris paraded around in the Herring family's diamond engagement gifts, trying to force-feed Adeline wet dog food on an Instagram live stream.
When Adeline's calculated "clumsiness" ruined the video, her furious father locked her in a damp, rusted basement.
"Give her to the psycho," her stepmother hissed through the door. "Let him lock her away forever."
Listening from the shadows, Adeline's fists clenched until her palms bled.
Her supposed mental fog wasn't a tragedy—it was a calculated assassination of her mind. They had destroyed her childhood and were now throwing her to a monster just to keep the billions.
The dull, empty look in Adeline's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a razor-sharp, chilling clarity.
She pulled a thin surgical needle from her messy bun and picked the heavy iron padlock in ten seconds. It was time to break into the billionaire's penthouse, take back her necklace, and tear them all apart.

9.2
After his father passes away, Darnell becomes the new heir to King Hotels. But his grandfather-who owns shares of the hotels-wants Darnell to marry to earn his (Grandfather's) shares before his death.
After her father's death, Sasha and her family are left to deal with the burden he leaves behind-a huge debt owed to loan sharks.
Darnell approaches Sasha with a two-month marriage contract for five million dollars-enough to pay off her father's debt and be free from her traditional mother. She accepts.
Things are complicated when grandfather doesn't die after two months, and Sasha is being extorted by loan sharks. She and Darnell must stay married for their benefit, despite their lack of affection for each other. Eventually, they fall in love.
But drama unfolds when family secrets are exposed, old lovers resurface, and unknown families appear. Darnell and Sasha must decide if their love is worth it all.

9.5
One night, I was a girl seeking vengeance in a velvet mask. He was the stranger who took me against a cold stone wall, his touch a silent, lethal promise.
Now, he is Caspian Blackwood-the most feared architecture professor at Aethelgard. When my "perfect" boyfriend, Dominic Calloway, cheats on me and sabotages my degree, Caspian offers a lifeline with a razor-thin edge: Be his silent, nude model for thirty days.
The rules are absolute. I must wear a silk mask and a weighted collar. I must never speak. I must hold the poses he demands until my muscles scream for mercy. In the lecture hall, he ignores me with arctic indifference. In the studio, his gaze is a physical weight, stripping me faster than his hands ever could. But as the charcoal scratches against the paper, I realize the "deal" isn't just for art. It's for the soul I accidentally gave him in the dark. Will the deal destroy his career, or consume me first?

8.0
For ten years, Melanie and Gabriel looked like a fairy tale couple. People envied how he "cherished" her-no one saw the other woman on the side.
When the affair surfaced, Melanie slid divorce papers across the table. "Gabriel, you don't deserve my love anymore."
She walked away, unaware Rhett had watched her for eleven years.
He'd been best man at her wedding, grinning while jealousy chewed him raw.
After the split, Melanie buried herself in work and went global.
Gabriel found her in his best friend's arms, his gaze burning with fury. "Was it him? Is he the reason you left me?"
Rhett stepped in front of her. "You never deserved her. She was meant to be mine."