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On the night she lost everything, Lina Zhao finally discovered the truth. Her loving fiancé had never loved her. Her trusted cousin had always hated her. Together, they stole her company, destroyed her family, and left her to die alone in a hospital bed. But fate gives Lina a second chance. She wakes up three years in the past, one week before the engagement that started it all. This time, she will not be their victim. She will protect her family. She will expose their betrayal. And she will make them regret ever crossing her. But revenge is never simple. Because the moment Lina changes her fate, she attracts the attention of someone dangerous— Adrian Lu, the cold and powerful man who once stood on the opposite side of her past life. This time, their paths collide again. And what begins as an alliance for revenge… May become something far more dangerous. In this life, Lina Zhao will rewrite her destiny. And this time— she will be the one standing at the top.

“We can’t be doing this,” I warn, my breathing coming off more shallow than I’d like. My nerves spike, high on adrenaline, my eyes—half-lidded, darting around the darkened hallway in alert. “I’m your brother’s wife.” The claws of guilt have never gripped this tight. His silence is ominous. I fear it. His huge frame casts shadows over me, sinful lips leaving goosebumps behind every trail on my skin. “That can be solved with just one bullet.” He croons. Icy threat laces his words. Terror seizes my chest; my stomach drops with a sickening plop. Fear grips me as it clicks—he’s not bluffing. He’s capable of doing worse. ... Celeste has only one purpose keeping her afloat: her thirst for revenge. Her opportunity finally presents itself when she is sent on a mission on behalf of her gang. There, she collides with her past, and old wounds are ripped open again by a pair of lifeless forest-green eyes. Her revenge plan is simple: snuff out the spark from those eyes and bring destruction to the entire bloodline of the Cosa Nostra. In an entangled web of vengeance and deceit, what if Celeste finds herself falling for those dark green eyes? The very bane of her existence.

Aayna is married to three brothers not because of choice, but because of her father’s belief in traditions and her own greed for her parents’ inheritance. Her only way out is a signed contract in which she must survive this marriage with no rebellion. No mistakes. Nothing that could trigger an early divorce. There is no way out for three years, but the longer she survives, the more inheritance she gets. Will she be able to end this marriage after three years, or will she fall in love with them and choose to stay? Read Married To Three Brothers to find out.

My father sold me to settle a gambling debt. I didn’t know until the man I’d been serving coffee to for two months pulled out my chair at a brunch table in Vail. An engagement clause with my name on it, signed eight weeks ago without my knowledge. My father couldn’t look at me. Cole Ashford couldn’t stop looking. Cole is the CEO of Palisade and leader of the 303. He bought my father’s debt in one night. He told him the clause was worthless before the ink dried—and let him sign it anyway. He knows my lease, my coffee, my life. He broke into my apartment while I was in Vail and left a cup of coffee brewed exactly the way I brew it, still warm when I walked through the door. I hated him. I hated more the way my body wouldn’t agree. His voice landed behind my ribs and spread where it had no business spreading. His gaze dropped to my mouth and I felt it on my skin for hours. The most dangerous man in Denver looked at me like I was the only thing his empire couldn’t buy. I wanted to burn the part of me that responded. I built Treeline from three years of tips and a lease in Union Station. Now I’m discovering the ground beneath it was his before I laid the first brick—engineered by a man who doesn’t take what he wants. He builds a world where what he wants walks in on its own. But every touch he takes gives him nothing. Granite and ice. Every touch I choose to give him changes everything. He thinks he claimed me. He’s wrong. The only version of me worth having walks in on her own. And I haven’t decided yet.

On the night she thought would be the happiest of her life, Elena Vale was destroyed. Accused of betrayal. Shamed in front of the elite. Thrown away by the man she loved. And the worst part? His powerful father watched it all… without stopping it. Broken, jobless, and desperate to save her sick mother, Elena accepts an offer she never expected. “Marry me,” Damian Blackwood says calmly. “Not my son.” Cold. Dominant. Untouchable. Damian Blackwood is a man who does not love. Their marriage is meant to be a deal. A quiet revenge. A calculated move. But behind the contract lies a dangerous truth. Damian knew more than he should have. And Elena is not as powerless as she seems. As hatred turns into desire and revenge turns into something far more dangerous, Elena must decide: Will she remain the weak girl they humiliated? Or will she rise… and become the only woman powerful enough to bring the Blackwood empire to its knees? In a world of wealth, secrets, and betrayal, love may be the cruelest weapon of all.

"I don't want your money, Lyra. I want the one thing you’ve never given anyone." Lyra Belrose was the diamond of the city—until her father’s empire crumbled, leaving her with a $10 million debt and a target on her back. To save her family, she breaks into the penthouse of the one man she was warned never to cross: Silas Vane. Silas is the "King of Sin," a billionaire who buys souls and sells secrets. When he catches Lyra red-handed, he doesn't call the police. He offers a contract. The Debt: $10 Million. The Terms: 90 days as his "Personal Assistant"—living in his home, following his every command, and belonging only to him. In a game of power and forbidden seduction, Lyra must decide: Is she playing to win her freedom, or is she falling for the man who holds the chains?

She was drowning in poverty. He was paralyzed by grief. Emily Greene is barely surviving, working multiple jobs to care for her sick mother and seven-year-old daughter. When billionaire Victor Hawthorne offers her an impossible salary to be his caregiver, she can't refuse. Even if the wheelchair-bound recluse treats her like the enemy. Victor Hawthorne spent five years building walls no one could breach. The last thing he needs is a compassionate woman who sees past his cruelty to the broken man beneath. But when his company's board demands they need stability by him getting married or lose everything, he makes Emily an offer, become his wife in name only. Three years. No emotions. Just business. What begins as a cold transaction transforms into something neither expected. As Victor learns to walk again, both physically and emotionally. Emily discovers a strength she never knew she had. But when shadows from his past supposedly return and betrayal threatens to destroy them, Emily must build her own empire and Victor must prove he's worthy of a second chance. Because real love is never just business.

Six years ago, Princess Lyanna Graves publicly rejected the vampire king at their wedding altar calling him a soulless monster unworthy of love, and walked away, leaving Azrael Thornfield humiliated in front of his entire court. Now, six years later, her kingdom has fallen. Her family is dead and the only person who is offering her shelter is the vampire king she once refused. But Azrael is not doing this out for mercy. “I’ll grant you safety, and in return I want everything that belongs to you, including your body, and your pride. I’ll break you into pieces until you forget what it was like to reject a king.” Lyanna is left with only two choices: accept his cruel proposal or die. She chooses survival. Their revenge marriage is filled with games of dominance and possession which slowly transforms into something far more dangerous. Azrael who married her for revenge is suddenly terrified of losing her, and Lyanna who married him to survive realizes she’s falling for the monster she once created. for updates, you can join my discord server: https://discord.gg/yjX92fDdw

Elisabeth Aurelie never expected her life to fall apart. Betrayed by her husband while she was pregnant, she then lost the child she had been longing for. Her baby was gone, yet her milk continued to flow. A gynecologist, recently widowed, appeared with an unusual proposal a contract marriage. Elisabeth agreed, willing to breastfeed his young daughter.

Amara Piers is living the dream everyone double-taps on Instagram. For ten years, Sebastian Creed hasn’t just been her husband; he’s been her entire world. As the charismatic CEO of a global empire, Sebastian is the man who has everything, yet he acts as if Amara is his only prize. The handwritten morning notes, the spontaneous anniversary trips to Paris, the way he looks at her as if she’s the only woman in the room—it was the "perfect" marriage. Or so she thought. The facade doesn’t crack; it shatters. On a mundane Thursday morning, a stranger delivers a sentence that turns Amara’s fairy tale into a psychological horror story: “Ma’am, I’m sorry... but your marriage certificate and your child’s adoption papers are both fake.” In one heartbeat, Amara realizes she isn’t a wife, and she might not legally be a mother. The man she worshipped hasn’t just been keeping secrets; he’s been orchestrating a decade-long performance. As the walls of her high-end life close in, Amara must face a terrifying reality: Sebastian Creed didn't marry her because he loved her. He "captured" her. Now, the woman who was once his greatest treasure is becoming his greatest threat. To reclaim her life and walk away from her husband's child, Amara must disappear from a man who has the resources to find anyone, anywhere. But how do you run from a man who knows your every thought before you even think it? She was the woman he claimed to love. Now, she’s the one woman he can’t be allowed to keep.

‎After her father’s sudden death, Ariana world collapses in a single day. With no family, no money, and nowhere to go, she is dragged into a nightmare she never imagined. ‎To settle her late father’s debts, Ariana is forced into a cold marriage with Kane Blackwood, a powerful billionaire who believes her father destroyed his family. To him, Ariana is nothing but a replacement, a punishment, and a reminder of his hatred. ‎Living under the same roof with a man who despises her, Ariana endures humiliation, loneliness, and emotional pain. Kane treats her like a stranger in his own home, determined never to love the woman he was forced to marry. ‎But as secrets slowly unravel and the truth behind the past begins to surface, lines blur between hatred and desire. Can love grow from revenge? Or will this marriage destroy them both before the truth sets them free? ‎

Lee Jisung is an overworked alpha living a quiet, exhausting life. A rooftop apartment,a 9-5 job and a talent for being invisible. Han Euno is a wealthy omega born into a chaebol family but trapped. To escape an arranged marriage and secure his inheritance, he needs to take action right away "let's play house, I'll pay you" As fake domestic life turns real, instincts flare and feelings blur, two lonely hearts learn the meaning of HOME.

She married him for safety. He married her for strategy. Neither expected obsession. Valeria Torres is a woman with no past-because she buried it. But when her fake identity lands her in the arms of Dante Morello, billionaire mafia heir and the man everyone fears, the game changes. He offers her a deal: a two-year marriage to clean up his image and silence his enemies. She agrees-until the ghosts she ran from reappear and force her back into the life she burned to escape. Now, she has to outwit killers, deceive her husband, and survive the one thing she never planned for-falling for him.

She has spent her life believing she's cursed - a wolfless embarrassment her father barely tolerates. But when she's forced into a contract marriage with the cold and terrifying Lycan King, she learns the truth is far more deadly. *** He didn't ask for a wife, just a womb for his heir. Emotionless, merciless, and built entirely from brooding muscle and trauma, the Lycan King intends to use her, then send her back where she came from. But when an assassination attempt exposes the lies surrounding her birth, he realises he's married something far more dangerous than a powerless girl.

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."

[Mature Content R18+] [Slow-Burn Dark Romance] Two days before my wedding, my fiancé told me he would marry my twin sister, because it was her dying wish. My family, his family, everyone dear to me, turned me into a villain for being defiant. The decision was final. The bride had changed. They forced me into a golden cage, waiting for my turn to be another substitute. Then he came. The man who should have been my enemy offered his hand. Led us into one wild night. "Be my wife. Six years. Let's have a contract for exactly that long." "You lost your mind. You promised-" "And I'll give you five years. You can be free. Do whatever you want with the Kingston name. I promised that." "Wh... what?" "But you must promise me, you will be back, and let's live like we burn for each other in that last year." "Rafael... what are you planning to?" "Get things back to their right place." I was tired of being anyone's pawn. So, I play my own game. Five years later, I am back. Revenge is an understatement. The price for my suffering is due. My children keep asking for their father. They'll meet him soon, but there's a problem:  I’m not sure who the real father is. "Viona... I never stop loving you. Tell me they are my flesh, right? I want you back. I want us back." My ex-fiancé shamelessly pleaded before me. "They are mine. The four of them are mine." And there he was, my contracted husband declared with a glare that was ready to burn the whole society down. This should be a simple game of power. But love always meddles between the players. ====== Author's Note: This Novel is a character-driven plot with slow-burn smut. Every character has their own motivation and is layered. Every choice has no easy way out. If you enjoy slow burn, this might be to your liking. Please read all the free chapters before you decide to continue or not. Thank you for giving this story a chance.

She went back to forget him. Six years ago, Fang Zhiyuan was her whole world — her first love, her biggest mistake, the wound she carried all the way to New York and never let anyone touch. She thought time had done its work. She thought she was finally ready to face the city that held all her ghosts. She was wrong. Because he is still there. Still sorry. Still looking at her like no time has passed at all — like six years of silence can be undone with the right words, the right moment, the right kind of persistence. And part of her, the part she thought she had buried, is listening. What Fang Zhiyuan doesn't know is that Cheng Yi came back wearing someone else's ring. What she doesn't know is how to explain to herself why, with her husband thirteen thousand kilometres away, she still reaches for her phone just to hear his voice. First love never really lets go. But sometimes, what holds you tightest isn't what you lost. It's what you almost walked away from.

TRIGGER WARNING! This story contains graphic depictions of gun violence and murder, mafia-related threats and organized crime elements, sexual content, kidnapping, alcohol use, betrayal and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is advised. — “Is there no other way?” I asked, totally subdued by the fact that this nightmare marriage was the only solution. “No, there isn’t,” he said coldly. “I can’t afford to lose my son and have you turned into a sex slave by the Romanovs.” “Your son?” I scoffed, the memory of him taking my virginity and vanishing without a trace slicing my heart. “You seem to have forgotten that you never intended on taking things further with me. God, you’re no different from the Romanovs!” He assessed me coolly with those dark eyes and then said with a note of finality, “He’s my son, Niamh, and you’ll have to become my wife.” My father was killed. My uncle sold me to the Russian mafia syndicate. And now, the man I hid my son from for five years—Massimo Valentino—is forcing me to be his wife. My survival and the safety of Matteo depend on this hated forced marriage. But the situation is worse than I thought: I am the key to a hidden vault that the Texas underworld is willing to kill for. With the war raging outside and a major betrayal brewing inside the Italian mafia syndicate, my safety depends entirely on Massimo. I have to forgive and trust the man who ruined me, or lose everything. This is the first installment in The Valentino Princes Series.

#BEASTTAMING #BLOODLINE #ADVENTURE Rebirth after death is already a miracle… But rebirth as a rabbit, the prey of both low-rank and high-rank beasts? Now that’s not even luck, that’s punishment. Linda Ein is born again—but in the Beast World—as a tiny, fluffy, high-value snack in a world full of predators. She discovers that the beastmen here suffer from a strange disorder that makes them shift uncontrollably between human and beast depending on their emotions, instincts, stress, or even random habits. They have no idea why this happens. But they assume it’s because their world lacks females, and that various mates for each of them will magically “fix” everything. Unfortunately for Linda and fortunately for them, Linda—now a rabbit—is the rarest female they’ve ever seen.  But Linda had one advantage no other creature had: in her previous life, she came from a family of generational zoologists, people who studied animals and passed it down to their offsprings the way other families passed down carpentry or smithing. She knew animal behavior, instincts, patterns, tricks. And this Beast World was simply… a very large, very chaotic research site. So when the beastmen begged her to stay, she lifted her rabbit ears and declared: “Perfection begins with giving me my own house.” “Done!”
“I need a store too. Beside it.” “Done!” “And… a generous supply of carrots delivered regularly. Two trucks a week isn’t bad.” “…..Done!” “Also, someone please tell that 1000-year-old flying snake to stop circling my roof.” “…” Suddenly, beastmen of all tribes are lining up, begging her…. “Queen Rabbit, please stay with me so I can stabilize!” “Me too!” “I want your presence too!” “Queen Rabbit, choose me!” Linda raises a paw. “Enough. I hear you. But this Queen Rabbit is a STEPMOTHER now so,….”

"The biggest blessing in my life was meeting you. The greatest misfortune was hurting you." — Ye Feimo On the night she finally confessed her feelings, Wen Nuan entered the wrong hotel room—and woke up in the arms of a stranger. Drunk, confused, and heartbroken, she never expected that one night to bind her to the ruthless and enigmatic CEO, Ye Feimo. To find her, he boldly posted a half-naked ad of her across the city. To own her, he made her sign a contract as his substitute lover. She thought it was love. He only saw her as a stand-in. When the woman he truly loved returned, Wen Nuan vanished without a trace. But it was already too late. Ye Feimo finally realized that the only woman he truly loved... was the one he let go.