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Being the fat, unwanted ugly duckling with no wolf would've been survivable. But the daily cruelty—from classmates at school and a vicious stepbrother at home—was too much for Anita to carry. One month before her eighteenth birthday, she steps in front of a speeding truck, ready to end it all. With her last breath, she curses the day she was born—relieved that death has finally set her free. Except… death doesn't come. Instead, Anita wakes up in a different time. A different world. A different body. Same nightmare family. Before she can understand what's happening, her stepbrother sells her off to settle his debt—handing her to the Alpha of the Dark Shadow Park, the most ruthless Alpha Mafia King alive. A man feared across realms. A man who owns everything he touches. Including her. Trapped in the hands of a cold, merciless Alpha who plans to use her and never let her go, Anita's new life spirals into violence, desire, and dark power plays. Survival becomes a daily battle. But fate isn't done being cruel. Because the monster who owns her—is also her moon-given mate. Now Anita must choose: Submit to destiny, or rewrite it in blood.

She had to face the harsh realities of life at young age, Jade had lost her mother, the only Jem she had valued, the only light she had and now her world is gone. Jade is shattered to find out the one responsible for her loosing her Jem was her own father. Now her heart is dark, the only thing she thirsts for now is justice, she doesn't care how much she has to mould herself, no matter what it took she would remove all impurities until there was none, until she was someone who was strong enough, she didn't ask for this life. But nothing could stop her now, not even being sold.

Elara Belrose lived a nightmare for two years. Her parents forced her to marry a man she didn't love, Julian Thorne, just to save their family business. On their wedding night, Elara locked the door. She didn't want him. For two years, they lived in the same house but stayed in different rooms. They were like strangers. But everything changed when Julian told her he was bringing a second wife home. Elara was done. She went to a bar, got drunk for the first time, and had a wild night with a mysterious man. When her parents found out, they didn't care about her feelings. They chased her out of the house with bodyguards! While Elara was running away in the rain, a car hit her. The driver was Caspian Valerius—the richest man in the city and a boy she knew back in high school. Caspian doesn't want her to go back to her old life. He tells her: "Marry me, and I will help you get revenge on everyone who hurt you."

My engagement ended in humiliation. One moment, I was the bride-to-be. Next, my fiancé was slipping a ring onto another woman’s finger—nope, not just anyone, my half-sister! And the whole city watched. So I did the unthinkable. I kissed the one man I was never supposed to touch—his aloof, very hot, useless uncle. Dominic Fletcher. It was supposed to be revenge. A scandal to wipe away my shame. Until he stole my bra and with it, my senses… and my already fragile heart. “Give it back!” I demanded, reaching for my bra, but he only lifted it higher. “I’ll keep this as a memento, Kitten,” he murmured, eyes dark, voice dangerously seductive. But Dominic Fletcher was far from useless. Behind the nonchalant façade was a ruthless power only I had glimpsed. And now, he wants to help me take my revenge— “Marry me, sweetness,” Dominic rasped, gaze sharp as steel. “I’ll make everyone who offended you a foot mat. What do you say?” How could I say no? I’d do anything to make that worthless, piece-of-shit scumbag ex lose sleep for the rest of his life and become his worst nightmare. So I said yes—to his uncle. I became his aunt-in-law. Then I returned, victorious and unbroken. My family pleaded for me to forgive them. My ex-fiancé fell to his knees, clutching my hand. “Let’s start again, Harper,” he begged. “You’re the only one I cherish...”

[18+ | Mature Content | Dark Romance] After slaving away for years as Ares King's sole overworked secretary, Catherine has finally had enough of his domineering and heartless attitude. She wants to quit and use the severance pay to settle her family's debts, and spend more time with her long-term boyfriend. But soon after she hands her resignation letter, she finds out that her long-term boyfriend cheated on her. He claims she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her. Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straw when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue. "Become my wife for one year." "Why me, Mr. King?" "Because we work, Ms. Lane.” The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be? ********** "How many?" I froze. Did he expect me to count? "How. Many?" "I-I don't—Ah!" Ares spanked me again, continuously. My eyes stung, and sweet pain overtook me. I should feel sick from deriving pleasure from this, but strangely, I wasn't. "Two?" I teased, purposely getting the numbers wrong. "You shouldn't have done that." Just as I thought, he started again, but this time he drove each hit with more force until my ass was burning. "Fifteen!" I yelled, shaking. "Wrong." My heart momentarily stopped. "I got it right!" "You missed one." He pressed his hand on my searing bottom, and I moaned. I tried to squirm away, but he trapped my hands behind my back, his voice dark with warning. "Move again, and you'll regret it." ~ A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

YERIN believed in kindness, in laughter, in mending broken things — especially little hearts covered in fur. As a bubbly veterinary nurse, her days were filled with wagging tails, muddy paws, and warmth. Until one fateful morning — a single mistake turned her peaceful life upside down. While watching kids blow bubbles on the street, she accidentally scratched the sleek Mercedes-Benz of Jeon Jungkook — Seoul’s youngest and most feared businessman. Panicking, she wrapped her scarf around her face like a mummy and fled the scene, promising herself she’d never see him again. But fate — and Jungkook — had other plans. Behind the perfection of his tailored suits and polite smiles lies a man with a past darker than midnight. A man who doesn’t believe in accidents or coincidences. When he finds her again, his calm turns into curiosity… and curiosity into obsession. YERIN’s world collides with his again when she refuses a mysterious offer from him — and later finds herself bound to his name through a contract she can’t escape. What begins as a battle of wills turns into a dangerous dance of emotions — where every argument sparks fire, every glance hides desire, and every secret threatens to burn them both. “You left a scratch on my car, YERIN. But you left a scar on me.” He’s a man who’s used to control. She’s a woman who doesn’t know fear. And between them lies a love that shouldn’t exist — but refuses to die.

When the "Queen of Jewels" needed a marriage of convenience to save her empire, she chose the one man who ever dared to tell her: "Bread comes before pearls." Elisa Rossi, youngest ruler of a jewelry empire. She possessed diamond-sharp judgment, presiding over a multibillion-euro business dynasty. With eighteen months left until her thirtieth birthday, the cold clause of the family trust tightened around her neck: "Marry before thirty, or forfeit all shares." The arranged match was Alessandro, heir to a banking empire—polished, shrewd, and certain of victory. But Elisa offered a very different contract. "I need a husband who will vanish cleanly in three years." Her choice fell on the man in a worn sweater, tucked away in a small-town archive. Lorenzo Costa, archivist of San Gimignano. On his left ring finger rested a plain platinum band, passed down through generations, inscribed inside with his family’s creed: "Il pane prima delle perle." Bread comes before pearls. His father’s critical illness demanded a fortune in medical bills. When Elisa slid the contract toward him, he calmly added three conditions: "Schedule the surgery at once. Establish an independent trust. And—respect my boundaries." A marriage of mutual necessity began under the glass dome of Milan. She gave him a signet ring of gold, a symbol of power and transaction. He placed on her finger his platinum band, imprinted with legacy and truth. When corporate ambushes, family betrayal, and hidden clauses exploded at once— on a cliff’s edge, with a gun aimed at her heart— Lorenzo threw himself before the bullet. His final words: "Now do you believe it? Some contracts were never meant to be transactions." What began as calculation ended as a choice made with a life. When the queen of jewels learned to feel the warmth of bread, when the archivist redefined the worth of pearls, they finally understood: The strongest thrones are not built on roses, nor guarded by thorns— but rise from the ruins where two real people choose to rebuild, together. —A story of how lies can give birth to truth, how calculation loses to the heart, and why sometimes the one who saves you is the very person you first saw as a tool.

She never wanted a billionaire. She wanted her father alive. To clear a crushing debt, she was forced to sign a marriage contract with Lucas Thompson, the coldest and most powerful CEO in the city. There was no romance. No wedding celebration. No place for love. To him, she was a transaction worth fifty million, a wife in name only, bought to serve a purpose. He ignored her. Controlled her. Reminded her daily that she belonged to him. But when the contract began to break her… And she finally disappeared… The billionaire who claimed he felt nothing lost everything trying to get her back. A marriage built on money. A love born from cruelty. And a man who learned too late that some things can’t be bought.

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.

She woke up in a body that didn’t belong to her,and in a deal she couldn’t escape. Reborn, she discovers that death didn’t free her. It trapped her in a dangerous arrangement with a man who watches her like she’s still his. Desire was never part of the plan. Obsession was.

Sold by her family to pay a debt, Evelyn Vance was expected to be a sacrificial lamb. Her groom? Silas Nightwood, a man rumors described as a crippled monster with a heart of ice. Every socialite in New York laughed at the "fallen princess" entering a gilded cage. But they didn't know that Evelyn was no ordinary victim. Behind her submissive mask, she was "V"—the world's most elusive shadow investor, holding the very patents Silas’s empire desperately needed to survive. In a mansion shrouded in secrets, the hunter becomes the hunted. Silas thinks he bought a toy; Evelyn knows she’s found her perfect cover. But when a midnight confrontation reveals Silas’s true, dangerous strength, Evelyn realizes the "cripple" she married is far more lethal than she ever imagined. When the masks fall off, will they destroy each other, or will they burn the world together?

I didn't get a wedding ring. I got a deadline. On our wedding night, Alpha Nolan didn't touch me. He didn't even look at me. He just slid a contract and gave me a choice: provide him with an male heir within three months, or be his prisoner for life instead. They say he is a monster who murdered his last lover. They say he is cursed by an ancient pact that demands a blood sacrifice. He treats me like a slave, a broken doll to be used and discarded. But I am not just a bride anymore. I am a secret. I am standing in the hall of his manor, watching him walk away, while my fingers curl around the divorce papers he just handed me. He wants me gone. He thinks he is done with me. What he doesn't know is that the heir the Tomb wants, the one he thinks he failed to bring to the world, is already growing inside me.

She's a photography genius. However, she finds herself bullied by her stepmother and stepsister, and thus, isn't able to showcase her talent. He's the young master of Sharp Edge Group, cold and ruthless. However, he fancies her. With a marriage certificate, he forces her to marry him. She goes from a fallen Cinderella to an enviable Young Madam Lu. He supports her as she soars freely in the world of photography. Oppression and anti-oppression, hunting and fleeing. They are destined to be entangled for a lifetime.

Betrayed by her own family, Ye Ningwan is wed to the notorious “blind” warlord Zhan Hanjue—everyone expects her corpse to be carried out within days. Instead, three days later she struts back to the Ye gates draped in priceless gifts. Ye elders salivate; she smiles sweetly: “Only looking allowed—I’m taking these home. After all, you gave me zero dowry.” “Insolent!” they cry. Zhan Hanjue steps in, voice frosted steel: “She’s mine now. Protecting her is my pleasure.” Later, Ye Ningwan stammers, “You’re… not blind?” He tugs her close, whisper hot against her ear: “Play along, my queen, and I’ll give you the world—starting with my heart.”

[1V1, sweet doting, pure in body and mind] After one night of indulgence, she took on a mysterious bigshot. Afterwards, she slipped away, but he became addicted from just one taste. Rumors had it that he was a financial heir who could cover the sky with one hand, a beast that would devour people without spitting out their bones, yet he doted on her to the point of obsession. "BOSS, the young madam has been taken advantage of." "Oh, acquire that company." "BOSS, the young madam beat up a Hollywood A-list star." "Oh, send over some medicine, her hand must be hurting from the punch." "BOSS, the young madam was confessed to." With a cold laugh, he carried her straight to the Civil Affairs Bureau. Finally, one day, she was cornered in bed and fought back fiercely, "Why are you everywhere? I can't live like this anymore, I want a divorce!" He pinned her down on the bed, "If you want to divorce, fine, the house is yours, the car is yours, the buns are yours, I, too, am yours."

Skylar never imagined her wedding night would come with a contract and tasks that include falling in love on a deadline. Bound by an ancient pact, Skylar’s world tilted when she was forced to marry Alec, a cold-hearted Alpha. On her wedding night, she was offered a contract by him. He gave her two options: either accept the given condition, fulfill the tasks written there within a year or get REJECTED and leave the pack like she never existed. Knowing the second option will bring doom to her entire bloodline, she accepts the contract. Now, she has to deal with not only those ridiculous tasks but also the twisted world of Alpha Alec, his dark desires, and secrets. ~ Discord Server: https://discord.gg/cxFdZVW82K Follow me on Instagram: author_ilma FB Page: Author I.R. For more: linktr.ee/ilm.arh Omega Skylar never imagined her life would hinge on a contract with a ruthless Alpha. Born into a family bound by an ancient pact to serve the royal family, she finds herself betrothed to Alec Stormborn, the cold-hearted Alpha. Alec, despite his reluctance, is blackmailed by his mother into this union with his destined mate. To escape this unwanted marriage, Alec offers his bride a contract on their first night: marry him, give him an heir and within a year if she fails, she must leave. Skylar, driven by her own secrets, agrees to the contract with a promise to herself to protect her family and teach this heartless man a lesson. But little did she know his bride must confront his curse as soon as they are bonded. As they explore their unwanted marriage life, the dark shadows of their secrets collide. What starts as a contract soon becomes a battleground of emotions and desires. Bound by fate, driven by desires—could they rewrite their destiny or would the darkness consume them both?

“By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll forget your own name… but you’ll never forget mine” —————×————— Amalia Moretti should have died in that alley. Instead, Dante Castellano decided she was worth saving. A mafia king feared for his cruelty and power, Dante doesn’t rescue people, he claims them. With one signature on a contract, Amalia becomes his wife for a year, trapped in a world ruled by blood, secrets, and control. Living under Dante’s roof means obeying his rules and enduring his attention. Every touch lingers too long. Every look feels dangerous. Fear turns into heat, and hatred blurs into desire. What starts as possession becomes obsession. But as Amalia digs into the truth behind her brother’s death, she uncovers lies that threaten everything Dante has built and everything she feels for him. Loving him could destroy her. Leaving him might get her killed.

"You belong to me, Katha. Do not forget that." "I am your wife, not your property," she whispered, trembling against the wall. Dhruv stepped closer, his shadow swallowing her light. "In my world, there is no difference." Katha was an innocent orphan looking for a family. Instead, she was sold to a devil. Dhruv Rathore is the city's ruthless kingpin-a billionaire with blood on his hands and ice in his veins. He bought Katha to seal a deal, intending to leave her to rot in his mansion. But Katha is a ray of sunshine in his pitch-black world, and she refuses to fade away. It's a slow burn towards destruction. When a dark past threatens to burn them both, Dhruv must decide what matters more: his ego, or the woman he swore never to touch. Keywords: Billionaire, Arranged Marriage, Dark Romance, Enemy to Lovers, Obsessive Hero,Slow Burn

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