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Vanessa and Andre came from different worlds. She struggled to make ends meet, while he was a wealthy and powerful man with everything at his fingertips. Their first encounter was memorable for all the wrong reasons: he embarrassed her, cost her job, and nearly ran her over, splashing water from the road. In retaliation, she broke his car, landing herself in hot water as he threatened to sue if she didn't pay for the damage. Facing unemployment, Vanessa reluctantly accepts Andre's offer to become his assistant, intending to use the opportunity to pay off her debt. But Andre's intentions aren't pure; he plans to torment her to feed his ego, constantly belittling and ridiculing her. However, as they spend more time together, an unexpected connection blossoms. Despite the obstacles, will their budding romance endure?

Amelia lost her parents when she was still young. The only relative she had with her was her brother and she could go any extent to save him. Amelia's brother was imprisoned four years ago for a crime he knew nothing about. she didn't know anything to collect money except doing some bunch of jobs, working at the club until that night, he saved her from sexual harassment at the expense of her job. She had dislikes from him until he offered her a promising life for his financial help, but with conditions, She had to play along as his rich girlfriend for a period of ten months, because his mother never wants him to associate with the lower class. And also without any shorts of feelings for each other. But as we know time is always the winner, who knows what time has decided for them. What happens when Alexander realized he starts to have feelings for a girl from the class of people he detest? Will Alexander agree to assist her brother with all his connection? Read along to find out.

"What do you think we do with the girl after the child is born?" Nevan asked his Beta, "I will make sure to pay the money to her father, she can't leave Midland alive, lest the enemies use her against us." "I Nevan Brown-Daise, the Alpha of the Crescent Blood Moon pack accept you, Elsa, as my mate," he pronounced. He is the Alpha male of his clan, after the war with a rival pack eight years ago, they ambushed him and invited one of the most deadliest witches known to place a curse on him, A curse which would kill him at age 35. He had to bring in an Heir, the next Alpha of their clan before his death although he had no idea where his mate was. Elsa Henderson was the first Daughter of a drunk and a gambler. Her father had made enough bad names to keep him away from the outside. He wanted to sell off his daughters to pay the loanshark and Elsa had to volunteer herself so her younger sister would be left alone. She lives just like any other normal person with no idea about the identity of her wolf which had been sealed by her mother before her disappearance.

"I know you mortals, you'd do anything to earn cash, Why reject this? I'll pay you so much that you'll never have to suffer till you die." She felt belittled by the way he spoke, he was no better than she was! well, except the wealthy part... the handsome part too, he was damn perfect. He knew she had a question because he had his hawk-like eyes on her ever since she arrived. "What is it flower girl? hmm?" he played the words on his lips with a smile. "How many times?" "What? sex?" he asked. This man had no reserve in his tongue. she gulped down saliva with a simple nod, "The doctor said you're fine, so we'll keep doing this until you take my seed in you," *** Six years ago he accidentally killed his sister's husband and only child, She was in so much pain after everything so he promised to do anything for her until she comes with the most unbelievable request. she forced him pay her back by giving her his own child. He had to find a surrogate for the child since he had no family. what happens when he picks a human instead of their own kind? A human who is unaware of her past and the stories related to her mother, the rogue wolf from the blood moon pack.

On our first meeting, the crazy man almost ran me over, I was lucky it was just a splash of water, but still I had to pay him back, he ruined my work clothes with muddy water. I threw a stone at his car, hoping to gain his attention because he had to apologize, but it broke the glass. "You know you're paying for that right? dont worry I'll come to find you" he said, he drove away In hurry, promising to find me soon. ★★★★★ Ashlyn Shor, a young girl with the most troublesome personality, how can she live as a personal assistant to the person she hates most? Her troublesome and crazy Boss who Is the CEO himself.

"After giving you all of me, do i get what i deserve?" The worst mistake ever is falling for the wrong person. Making amends, is it so easy? Two sisters from a wealthy family falling for the weong people. Gina fell in love with her driver, though he doesn't like her, she tries her best to make things work, how will she feel when all her effort are put to waste? Bianca is Gina's older sister, she is forced to get married to the person she hates the most while pregnant with her lover's child, what will she face when the world finds out her secret and the fact that he only used her all these while? read along to find out.

Their life was a total opposite, He is a hitman by profession who does whatever he felt like amd sh is a hopeless orphan what happens when two broken people comes together? Jayden moves to a remote town to hide from his crimes, he meets Bella... Accommodating her after her Father's death, getting used to him alone, he has to go back home. The story takes a turn when she finds out he has a twin brother who is after his life, They both want her, she is only his.

Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun. Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos. As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage. The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice. Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her.

Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.

Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit. The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena. This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone.

The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand. Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn. She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back.

Serena Vance, an unloved wife, clutched a custom-made red velvet cake to her chest, enduring the cold rain outside an exclusive Upper East Side club. She hoped this small gesture for her husband, Julian, would bridge the growing chasm between them on their third anniversary. But as she neared the VIP suite, her world shattered. Julian's cold, detached voice sliced through the laughter, revealing he considered her nothing more than a "signature on a piece of paper" for a trust fund, mocking her changed appearance and respecting only another woman, Elena. The indifference in his tone was a physical blow, a brutal severance, not heartbreak. She gently placed the forgotten cake on the floor, leaving her wedding ring and a diamond necklace as she prepared to abandon a marriage built on lies. Her old life, once a prison of quiet suffering and constant humiliation, now lay in ruins around her. Three years of trying to be seen, to be loved, were erased by a few cruel words. Why had she clung to a man who saw her as a clause in a will, a "creature," not a wife? The shame and rage hardened her heart, freezing her tears. Returning to an empty penthouse, she packed a single battered suitcase, leaving behind every symbol of her failed marriage. With a burner phone, she dialed a number she hadn't touched in a decade, whispering, "Godfather, I'm ready to come home."

My husband Julian celebrated our five-year anniversary by sleeping with his mistress. He thought I was a clueless trophy wife, too dim to notice the vanilla and tuberose scent on his expensive suits. He was wrong. For years, I played Mrs. Vance, hiding my brilliance while Julian claimed my patents. An anonymous email confirmed his ultimate betrayal: photos of him and Scarlett Kensington in ecstasy. My heart didn't break; it solidified into ice at five years wasted. I activated "The Protocol" for a new identity and escape countdown. Playing the doting wife, I plotted his downfall, catching him with his mistress selling my work, and publicly snapping his credit card. His betrayals and stolen work ignited a cold, calculated fury. He had no idea the monster he'd created. I was dismantling his empire. I shredded his patent papers, stripping him of his ill-gotten gains. With a final tap, I initiated "Identity Erasure." Mrs. Vance was dead. Dr. Evelyn Thorne had just begun her counterattack.

I stepped from the taxi onto Manhattan's pristine curb, a naive farm girl from Montana. My mission: marry billionaire Julian Sterling for a contract. But my welcome was a trap; that night, I found myself in his bed, a drugged, vulnerable man clinging to me. The Sterling penthouse became a gauntlet. Julian's mother and stepsister relentlessly tried to undermine my "charity case" facade, insulting, sabotaging, and humiliating me, making my true mission perilous. Victoria tossed money into my breakfast. Stella set impossible tasks. Julian's friend, Vanessa, bribed me to leave and shamed me at a gala. Julian, cold and suspicious, demanded I "play the fool." Each cruel prank fueled a quiet fury. It was infuriating to be dismissed, knowing secrets I held. Julian's unexpected vulnerability and my grandfather's mysterious will sparked deeper questions. But I fought back. I shredded Vanessa's bribe, tamed a pop star, and outwitted Stella's sabotage, proving competence. Julian's disdain shifted to respect. This was now a battle for my inheritance, identity, and hidden truths.

My wealthy husband, Nathaniel, stormed in, demanding a divorce to be with his "dying" first love, Julia. He expected tears, pleas, even hysteria. Instead, I calmly reached for a pen, ready to sign away our life for a fortune. For two years, I played the devoted wife in our sterile penthouse. That night, Nathaniel shattered the facade, tossing divorce papers. "Julia's back," he stated, "she needs me." He expected me to crumble. But my calm "Okay" shocked him. I coolly demanded his penthouse, shares, and a doubled stipend, letting him believe I was a greedy gold digger. He watched, disgusted, convinced I was a monster. He couldn't fathom my indifference or ruthless demands. He saw avarice, not a carefully constructed facade. His betrayal had awakened something far more dangerous. The second the door closed, the dutiful wife vanished. I retrieved a burner phone and a Glock, ready to expose the elaborate lie he and Julia had built.

My husband promised me forever, but gave me endless lies. On our anniversary, I found his secrets on social media, exposed by his mistress. He didn't just break my heart; he broke my entire world. Seraphina sat alone in her opulent mansion, preparing their anniversary dinner, feeling the suffocating weight of her cold, hollow marriage. An Instagram post from Tiffany Sloan then brazenly revealed Harrison's hand at a romantic dinner, shattering his flimsy excuses and exposing his blatant infidelity. The betrayal turned Seraphina's despair into cold resolve. He gaslighted her, dismissed her pain, and reminded her she was "nothing." He chose his mistress over her dying brother, caused her to break an ankle, and finally abandoned her on a desolate street corner, stripped of dignity. How could she have sacrificed her entire violin career for a man who so casually discarded her? Under that bridge, her foolish love died, leaving only a fierce desire for reclamation. Shivering and alone, a faded flyer for a violin teacher caught her eye. It was a defiant whisper of her old self, a promise: Seraphina Vanderbilt was gone, and a new Seraphina was finally free.

For three years, I documented the slow death of my marriage in a black journal. It was my 100-point divorce plan: for every time my husband, Blake, chose his first love, Ariana, over me, I deducted points. When the score hit zero, I would leave. The final points vanished the night he left me bleeding out from a car crash. I was eight weeks pregnant with the child we had prayed for. In the ER, the nurses frantically called him-the star surgeon of the very hospital I was dying in. "Dr. Santos, we have a Jane Doe, O-negative, bleeding out. She's pregnant, and we're about to lose them both. We need you to authorize an emergency blood transfer." His voice came over the speaker, cold and impatient. "I can't. My priority is Miss Whitfield. Do what you can for the patient, but I can't divert anything right now." He hung up. He condemned his own child to death to ensure his ex-girlfriend had resources on standby after a minor procedure.