Fuzzy Melissa

"I didn’t drug your drink," I said, my voice shaking in the dark.

"Liar," he spat. "You're just like your precious Stewart family. Deception runs in your blood, doesn't it?"

"Believe what you want," I fired back, lifting my chin. "I'm done with all of this. Done with you. I’m not going back anymore!"

His eyes narrowed dangerously in an instant , and he stepped closer, backing me against the wall until I could feel his breath on my face.

"Go ahead and leave," he growled. "But I'll always find you Elena. You're mine."


Elena, married to Reginald through her parents' ruthless machinations, naively believed she could wait for true love, only to be met with his betrayal with his first love Vivian.

Reginald, the ruthless heir to the Vanderbilt empire, thought he could control everything. Until Elena decided on divorce and disappeared, his control twisted into something he couldn't believe.

Five years later, Elena returns with twins in tow, and a bombshell revelation stuns everyone - she is the mysterious CEO of the Phoenix Group, rising from nothing to Vanderbilt's top rival in just two years.

With Reginald claiming her as his and the twins revealed as his, Elena must decide: give in to him or keep fighting for her freedom.

"You're beautiful when you're dangerous," he murmured, ice-blue eyes burning into mine as shadows writhed around my feet.
"I don't need another Alpha who thinks he owns me," I snapped, yet stepped closer, drawn by his raw power.
His hand caught my wrist, thumb tracing the silver chain marks Magnus had left. "Who dared mark what's mine?"
Heat pooled low in my stomach at his possessive words. "I'm not yours."
"Your racing pulse says otherwise." His thumb found my heartbeat, and I couldn't suppress the soft gasp that escaped.
"Let go," I breathed, even as I leaned into his touch.
"Make me." His other hand slid to my waist, pulling me against his hard chest. "Tell me you don't want this."
The lie died on my lips as his scent made my head spin with need.


Nephele survived two years as Magnus's captive Luna, believing she was wolfless trash. While enduring his brutality, her blood was secretly harvested by Ophelia—the woman who raised her. When she finally escapes, she learns the truth: she's the last Shadow Wolf princess, stolen as a baby. Now both want their valuable weapon back.
Half-dead in the forest, she's saved by Kaedan—the boy who once gave her an apple, now the ruthless Frost King. She won't trade one prison for another, but his touch sets her on fire and his protection feels dangerously like home.
Can a broken girl trust the king who could destroy her completely?

He saved me from the abyss, only to drag me into hell.
Three years ago, Jasmine thought Lyndon was her savior—he pulled her back from the brink of suicide, gave her a life of luxury and endless devotion. Until she discovered:
The assistant who ruined her was his lover.
The child's death was their calculated murder.
Every "I love you" was a blood-stained lie.
When the truth unraveled, she chose to tear apart this perfect illusion—even if it meant burning herself, she would make sure her enemies fell forever.

I died watching my step-sister smile as I fell to my death. The poison she fed me for years had finally worked, and the world called me a cheating disgrace.
Reborn six months before the Olympics, I'm back with the memory of her betrayal burning in my veins. This time, I see her every sly move coming. This time, I know about the dropper of poison she hides behind her back.
They took my gold, my family, and my life. But they made one mistake: they didn't make sure I was finished.
This time, the gold isn't the prize. It's the weapon. And I will use it to destroy them all.

"I'm getting married. His name is Alex Ricci." Facing her ex-boyfriend Tyler's humiliation, Valeria blurts out a fake fiancé.

The next second, the legendary Italian racing prince Alessandro Ricci actually appears:
"My name is Alessandro Ricci. My friends call me Alex."

Tyler's face turns white instantly.

Until Alessandro publicly pours wine over Tyler's head—
"My wife made herself perfectly clear. You had your chance and threw it away."

Until everyone discovers she's actually a top F1 test analyst—
Tyler is completely speechless.

For eighteen months, I was Adam Sterling’s secret lover.
By day, I taught his seven-year-old daughter French. By night, I warmed his bed.
He gave me a luxury apartment, expensive jewelry—everything but a commitment.
I thought I was his woman… until his ex-wife came back. That’s when I understood—I was just a high-end toy.

Used in front of her, then thrown away like trash.

I fled to Paris, carrying his child.
Now he says he loves me, that it’s real this time.
But the girl who used to get wet from just one look from him?
She's gone.

I am the Alpha's daughter—yet I could not shift.
For ten years, I loved him from the shadows, while he humiliated me in public and chose a political marriage instead.
After fleeing into the Forbidden Forest, I learned the truth:
My stepmother murdered my mother, and for fourteen years, she has been stealing my Druid power.
Now the seal is broken. Ancient magic awakens within me.
I am no longer the powerless girl they mocked.
I am Thorn—and I have returned for revenge.

Three years ago, I destroyed the only man I ever loved.

"You're not good enough for my world," I lied, watching Ethan Cross's heart shatter completely. Now he's back. Richer. More ruthless. Ready for revenge.

"Marry me, or watch your family lose everything."

Our marriage is his masterpiece of revenge. He flaunts his perfect girlfriend in our home, forcing me to watch him replace me with everything I used to be. Every day brings new humiliation, all designed to break me.

But what he doesn't know is that my time is running out.

After losing my daughter, my world shattered.
I became convinced that Grayson—my brilliant surgeon husband—was in love with Sophia Turner. I even began to suspect that she had something to do with our child's death.
But everyone told me I was losing my mind.
Because no one had ever seen Sophia… except me.
I hunted her relentlessly, accused her in public, and ruined Grayson's career—until the evidence forced me to face a terrifying truth:
Maybe there never was a Sophia.
Maybe the real enemy… was me.

Five years ago, I was sent to prison.
Convicted of arson and the deaths of twelve people.
I was innocent.

The real killer is Madison—now with my ex, Dylan.
Prosecutor Ethan knew the truth, yet he sent me to hell.

They thought I died behind bars.
They were wrong.

I'm out.
And I’m here to ruin them all.

I'm dead. Murdered.

A year later, I wake up watching my boyfriend Miles engaged to that bitch Bliss, using MY songs for Grammy nominations.

I want revenge.

But why does Miles cry listening to my demos at midnight? Why are there mysterious recordings on his phone I've never heard? Why does every truth I find lead to bigger lies?

Those dead musicians—really accidents?

What secrets hide behind the Grammys? Why can't I rest?

When all answers unfold on a bloody Grammy night, I discover I'm trapped in a game more terrifying than death.

Some betrayals make you wish you'd never loved at all.

I married casino tycoon Daniel Morgan for one reason only: to uncover the truth behind the fire that killed my father seven years ago.
On our wedding day, I found a faded photo in his study—showing him covered in blood at the scene.
"If you knew what really happened that night," he gripped my hand, his gaze intense, "would you still have married me?"
As I began digging deeper, more questions emerged:
Why did Ryan, the man who "saved" me, keep stopping me from asking questions?
Why did Daniel visit my father’s memorial alone every midnight?
Then, I found two blood-stained poker chips hidden in a secret room—
That was when I realized: everyone in this marriage was lying.
And the deadliest truth of all—the fire was no accident.

"Barren. Cursed. Worthless."
Those words from my mate still echoed as he tore our bond apart in front of everyone. Four years of humiliation. Four years thinking I was broken, while he was secretly popping fertility drugs when no one was looking.
The night they cast me out, I was dying, bleeding, utterly destroyed. My own mother hurled "cursed daughter" at my face before walking away forever.
But what I found in those ancient ruins shattered everything I thought I knew.
"The cursed one wasn't me—it was HIM!"

Tonight, delivering food to a private dining room, I pushed open the door and saw him.
Harold Sterling—the world's hottest supermodel. The man I abandoned three years ago.
He was telling his friend: "That vain woman? She was just a sugar mama who got bored and ran off. I'm only looking for her to ask why she humiliated me like that."
I desperately tried to escape, but—
Just as the elevator doors were closing, a hand shot through.
"Three years, Delphine."
He recognized me.

I died consumed by guilt. The archangel gave me a chance to be reborn, to right a single wrong: to return her destined love to my sister.
I watched her discuss art with him in a rehearsed, lifeless tone. I listened to her complain in the dead of night, "What's the point of these boring charity projects?" I buried the part of me that had connected with his soul in that coffee shop.
Until he gazed at my painting of a wandering girl and asked softly,
"Why refuse to collaborate? Your brushstrokes hide a loneliness even I have never voiced."
That’s when I realized—
What he was searching for was never a title or status, but a soul that resonated with his own.

I once believed our love was a fairy tale. Three years of secret devotion, countless vows whispered in the night—all shattered in an instant at that gala. I heard him laugh and tell others, "Just a plaything, like her social-climbing mother."
That stormy night, I fled in a torn gown, only to witness my mother collapse from a heart attack after seeing the video of my humiliation. But the true devastation came later—when the man I had given everything to gripped my wrist in the darkness and uttered those cruelest words:
"You’re nothing but my father’s bastard."

Victoria is 28 and humiliated by her husband for being "too old." Then her 25-year-old first love, NBA superstar Marcus, storms back into her life and delivers a ruthless public revenge.
He fears nothing, pursuing her openly and telling the world their age gap means nothing. But Victoria holds a secret: she left him years ago to protect his rising career.
Now, the threats are closing in again. Marcus is willing to risk everything for her—but does Victoria dare to accept a love that defies every expectation?

I once thought love meant hiding in the shadows, writing scripts for him, paying off his debts, content to be his "muse in the dark." Until that rainy night, when I heard him laughing with his new lover: "That fat pig? Just practice."
Howard Buckner, king of the media empire, offered me a contract at my most desperate: six months to transform me completely, in exchange for playing his fake fiancée.
I got my revenge on the man who broke me, standing on stage accepting awards while everyone watched. But when Howard pulled me into his arms, I made a terrifying discovery—he hadn’t chosen me because of that chance encounter in the rain.
He knew me long before I had nothing left to lose.

I thought the most embarrassing moment of my life was getting reported by my neighbors for testing... certain special sound effects for my job.
That was until the doorbell rang, and standing there was a police officer so devastatingly handsome it should be illegal. He accused me of harboring a man in my apartment, then flatly informed me that he was the husband from my three-month-old, drunken Vegas-style wedding—the one I had no memory of.
The truly absurd part? He had proof.
Now, this impossibly gorgeous stranger is crashing into my life and has somehow appointed himself as the live-in 'reference model' for my new game's hero.

They all laughed at me. A fraud who can't even read sheet music.
My stepsister set a trap, expecting me to humiliate myself on that audition stage.
So I lied. I told them I went to Berklee.
Now I'm screwed. The legendary producer who just signed me expects my first professional session tomorrow. And the woman who hates my guts holds every secret that can destroy me.
I'm clutching this cheap harmonica. It just helped me trick the entire world.
I know this dream will shatter by morning.
Unless—I can use this stolen chance to turn my lie into truth.

This scar—my original sin, and my ten years of loving you.
They all praise genius photographer Liam for capturing the beauty of souls, never knowing his inspiration comes from a scarred girl hiding behind masks—me.
He once said my wounds were angel wings, so I clung to that delusion, painting faces on cheap film sets day and night while he stood in spotlights, photographing supermodels I could never reach.
Until he appeared again, turning his lens on my broken face.
"Don't hide," his voice was hoarse, "I've been looking for you for so long."
But when shadows from the past closed in again, I finally understood: some love is written with destruction from the very beginning.
Either hide in darkness forever, or risk everything to let him see my ugliest truth—
Beneath it all, lies ten years of unspoken love.

My parents' killers think they saved me. I'm the ghost they forgot to bury.
Now I eat at their table and smile at their son, Julian. The doctor who pieced me back together. The man I'm using to burn his whole world down.
Every time he touches me, I hate myself for wanting it. This was supposed to be a mission. Not a complication.
They think they brought home a wounded lamb.
They're wrong.
They let the wolf in.