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His lips grazed her neck, slow and hungry, trailing lower until his mouth closed around her breast like he’d done it a thousand times. His hands gripped her bare waist, firm and trembling, like he needed her just to breathe. She didn’t even know his name.

One night. One wrong door, and everything changed.

Amelia Raine never meant to sleep with a stranger, let alone one that is a billionaire. But when your sister’s life hangs by a thread, desperation doesn't leave room for dignity.

She thought it would end that night.
He didn’t even know remember her name. Until she realized she was pregnant for him.
While she’s a struggling reporter.
He’s a ruthless billionaire.
And she’s carrying his child.

Now, to save both their lives from media destruction, there's only one way out; a marriage neither of them wants.

What happens when the one night you swore to forget becomes the one thing you can’t escape?
And what if pretending to love each other… becomes the most dangerous truth of all?

Three years of their contract marriage, Kathryn Alberto got tired of how unfair her husband treats her and requested to have a divorce. Lyon Alberto is a very busy man that he hardly remembers he’s married and it almost seemed as if he was forced into the marriage. Lyon rejected Kathryn request for he’s running for the presidency election and needs his wife till it’s over. Lyon offer her a contract to stay for 3months till the election is over. Kathryn accept but on a condition and that’s if Lyon stays with her 24hours. The Table turned! Things are about to get spicy! Now that Lyon finds his wife more attractive and his dirty past!!

Ethan Miller was the hottest guy in Greenville High School. Girls loved him, guys wanted to be him. He just had one problem, Corey Price.

Corey Price was the complete opposite of Ethan. Ethan did not like his lingering looks and admiring glances. It made him furious. Corey was the bane of his existence. Ethan's solution was to beat and torment Corey and make his school days unbearable.

Corey's wounds never healed. His fondness of Ethan turned into hatred and he vowed to never forgive him. But, he spent years working on himself and has emerged a stronger, better person, ready to take on new challenges. Finally confident, he's about to take on a new job.

Until he discovered who his new boss was. It was none other than the monster himself.

Ethan Miller

Eliot and Revean must face the sins of their fathers and hope that at least one of them survives. Our parents decided our future long before we were born. We have no say in what happens now.
Well, she doesn't, because she's mine. I will make her pay for what was taken from me.
All her dreams of a normal life are about to vanish. Replaced by a nightmare from hell. Death might be her best option.
But I won't let that happen. I'll get my pound of flesh. I'll make her suffer.
I am the devil she thinks I am.
So why do I find myself starting to worry about her.

After I found out about the secret admirer he’s been talking to for the past two months the, he throws divorce papers at my face after being married for six months. He claims that his admirer would give him half of the Williamson cooperation. He thinks I’m the naive middle class woman he married but what he doesn’t know is I’m the owner of the Williamson Cooperation, the company I inherited from my father’s as his only child just before he died. Throws out of the house, I decided to reclaim my power and move back to my estate. I hosted a convention where the secret admirer would be handing him the properties and I put everyone in shock when I show up and they find out it’s me. Richard begs at my feet for mercy but I totally ignore him and choose his personal assistant who has always been good to me from the very day I stepped into Richard’s mansion as his wife

This is my boss....
Who the hell is this? Why is she so dirty, my gosh when was the last time you showered? I can't stand this, take her away, I can't marry her. He shoved her away, she smells worse than a skunk
Excuse you, yes, you are excused
She scoffed, I can't believe this is what am dealing with, a self-centered over pompous selfish brat
Who are you calling a brat, do you know who I am and what I can do to you
I know who you are, you are one of those arrogant prick who thinks the world revolve around them
Oh my gosh, this is so entertaining, where have you been all my life, Tobias burst out laughing breaking us from our piercing gaze we were giving each other. I think I rendered him speechless...

Duke Damon Nigrescent and his younger sister Daria Nigrescent of the Nigrescent famil, the only aristocratic family that had more powers than all the Monarchs. Not much was known about them and I didn’t want to dig any further either but , there was something pulling me towards this castle. The moment I stepped foot inside I had a feeling that I wouldn’t be able to get out of there anymore. The Nigrescent family was known for having blue eye and white hair , a physical appearance like that of a creature out of a fantasy book . Duke Damon was incredibly handsome . All my classmates’ eyes were fixated on him, while mine were on Lion, my secret crush without actually realising that the Duke’s attention was on me. He was an annoying stalker that scared the crap out of me when we first met . When it was time to leave , I couldn’t go. Lion was about to confess to me. The moment I had been waiting so much for had finally arrived but before I could make it there , I accidentally ended in the middle of a ritual and unbenounce to everyone, I became Duke Damon’s bride. From that day everything changed completely as all the secrets that had been buried came to life. My ordinary happy life was part of the past , now , I was faced with all kind of dangers , duties , love , heartbreak and….vampires. At first I loathed the idea of being his bride but with each passing day I find myself longing for him, attracted to his muscled strong body and handsome face that made my heart flutter making me confused about my real feelings. We were united because of his curse, but can I let go of this passion in exchange for the freedom I so desperately desire ?

"I don't have enough money or power right now, but I will definitely find a way to bring them all to their knees! I'll make them all beg!" She hissed, shaking with anger and frustration. "I will do everything, anything… to make them all regret… even if I have to sell my soul to the devil!" She said with determination flashing in her beautiful eyes.

The man smirked. He lifted his fingers and tucked some errant strands of her slightly mussed up hair behind her ear. "Be careful what you wish for, Miss. A certain devil here might really fulfil your wish and claim your soul in exchange."

"If that devil is really here, do introduce him to me, handsome. I would like to make a deal with him." Eva drawled out, smirking back at him.

Lena Sawyer’s world crumbles in one brutal night when she caught Wes, her boyfriend cheating on her. Heartbroken and reckless, she stumbles into the arms of a stranger—dangerously older, devastatingly powerful, and far too tempting for her own good. One kiss is enough to set her soul on fire.
But when the haze clears, Lena discovers the stranger isn’t just anyone. He’s her new boss. A man with rules carved in stone. A man she has no business wanting—her ex’s father.
Sebastian Lancaster built an empire by controlling everything—and everyone—around him. But Lena tests every boundary he swore never to cross. She’s too young, too forbidden, and far too irresistible.
What starts as stolen glances and simmering tension spirals into nights that blur the line between pleasure and ruin. And the deeper they fall, the higher the risk: his empire, her career, and a desire that could burn them both alive.
Age-gap. Off-limits. Irresistible.

Catastrophe brought them together.

Leandro's from his unfaithful fiancee. The woman whom he thought was different from all the women who have come and gone in his life has no difference at all. Worst than all of them.

And Lorianne is from the tragedy. Her excited vacation turned into a nightmare when the cruise ship she was boarded waved goodbye from the surface of the ocean.

Alex Rivera has always been the quiet, dependable one—the best friend who stays in the shadows while everyone else shines. For years, he’s hidden his love for his best friend, Ethan Carter, watching him date one woman after another, smiling and wishing him well while his own heart breaks in silence.

When Alex’s family arranges a marriage with Sophia Martinez, a kind and intelligent woman, Alex decides it’s time to let go of his impossible dreams. But on the night before the wedding, Ethan shows up at his door, his eyes filled with anguish. “I’m sorry,” he says, pulling Alex into his arms. “But I love you.”

Now, Alex is torn between the life he’s accepted and the love he’s always wanted. As secrets unravel and emotions run high, Alex must decide whether to follow his heart or honor the expectations of his family. In a world where love isn’t always enough, can Alex and Ethan find a way to be together, or will the weight of tradition tear them apart?

She has lived hundreds of lives and each one ended horribly.
He, once her companion, cannot forget her beyond time.
She, kidnapped into a world unknown to her, tries everything to get back home. But what are these dreams?

[…] Stones are thrown at dirty mutts… Rats are burned… […]

Immerse yourself in the world of Athaerion.

At the press conference, my husband Thaddeus Getty publicly declared his love for his first love in front of all the media.
In an instant, the whole world knew I was a wife who wasn't cherished by her husband.
Heartbroken but not defeated, despite my deep love, I chose to leave.

"Marry me before I die, and after that, I will make sure your daughter will get a new heart. Just marry me, and say 'I do' in front of my parents." - SPADE CEDRIC VASILE

What would you do if death was on its way to take you?

To fulfill his promise to his parents, Spade was prepared to marry without the binding of so-called love, just a pure contract until his dying day.

Yet, would Spade still wish for death when his heart slowly fell for his wife, who wished for nothing more than for his life to be extended?

How would Spade fight death when the hours of his life were dwindling?

Will the heavens heed his plea to prolong his days, if only to remain with the woman who ignited his desire to live?

TRIGGER WARNING!!!
This story contains themes of obsession, possessiveness, stalking, emotional manipulation, and psychological control. It is unapologetically intense and unsettling in all the right (and wrong) ways.
Be guided.


Eight years ago, Shannon watched her stepbrother get handcuffed and taken to jail for a crime she committed.

He took the fall for it without hesitation. Not because he was noble. God, no. But because obsession looks a lot like love when you're seventeen and scared.

After that night, she never went to visit him in prison, nor did she reply to any of his letters.

She buried him with the past and went on to live a peaceful life without him.

But the past never forgets.

Eight years later, when she was living a simple, peaceful life, had a decent job and a husband who loved her deeply, Shannon's past came knocking at her door.

Strange things start happening... Doors left open. Favorite things mysteriously replaced. Eyes she can't see but feels always watching her.

Everyone says she's paranoid. Everyone says He is still in jail.

No one believes her when she says she had a STALKER.

Her judgment is already upon her because, now, HE is out of prison. And the first place he goes is her doorstep, because he says she owes him her life. And he's come to collect what's his.

How far can Shannon run from a man who never stopped loving her in the most terrifying way?

A man who'd kill anyone, even her husband, just to make her his?

HIS NAME IS KENAI... The Stalker You Never Want To Have.


If you enjoy slow-burn stalker dynamics and morally gray characters, this one's for you.

Olympia was sold during the Annual Omega Bidding to the powerful and arrogant Alpha King, Alpha Fabian, who owns a five-star night club. Every year, he recruits Omegas to serve as strippers in the club. Others, to serve his top clients in the bedroom.
Most sold off by their relatives.
Once recruited here, chances of escaping and getting a fated mate are slim as the Omegas are considered used.
He’s the most powerful Alpha King in the world, no one can question him.
Leaving her family behind and worse, being sold off by her stepdad haunted her.
Upon arrival at the palace, she got into an issue with one of the task masters overseeing the royal maids.
At the verge of punishment, she’s rescued by a cool, charming gentleman when everyone else watches. Olympia fell for him at first sight, only to discover they are quadruplets.
Alpha Fabian, upon discovering her first day rebellion, as punishment, handed her over to his ruthless quadruplet sons as their personal callgirl.
Alpha Elliott, Asher and Ryder soon realize she’s their mate and are more than eager to tame her, not only physically but in bed but she hates them. They are Enigma Alphas, too dangerous for an Omega like her.
But she loves only one.
Alpha Cassius. The Alpha who saved her.
But what will be her fate as Alpha Cassius is an Enigma. He's an exorcist, regarded as consecrated mate of the moon goddess yet he's the only one among the Alpha princes she wants most, her wolf desires, her body arches for.
What will become of this intense forbidden passion between an Omega slave and the charming exorcist who is trying hard to fight demons and his feral desires at the same time?

My daughter was taken by rogues, and my husband didn't care.

But when his childhood friend went missing in another attack, he spared no expense searching for her.

I searched for our daughter alone. When I died in the wilderness, I'd been looking for fifty years.

As I bled out that day, I had only one thought—I'm sorry, Lily. I'm so sorry I couldn't find you.

Then I opened my eyes and found myself fifty years in the past, the night before the nightmare began.

They called him an educational genius, and me his masterpiece. They never knew that behind every award-winning painting I created lay a trail of sewing needles, rope burns, and starvation. They expected me to step up to the microphone and thank my father for his "nurturing." So I did exactly that. I walked into the spotlight—and then, slowly, I unzipped my high-necked gown, turning my scar-riddled body toward the national television cameras.
"My dear father," I said, a faint smile on my lips, "is this the perfect masterpiece you always wanted?"

I was married to Finn Murphy for five years, listening to him drunkenly cry my half-sister Isabella's name every single night. She had been sent to the Moretti family in my place and died in a shootout. Finn blamed me for her death every day, believing I had stolen Isabella's life and destroyed their love.

Then Finn died in a gunfight protecting me. With his last breath, he begged me to stop clinging to him. Heartbroken, I promised.

So when I woke up on my twentieth birthday with a second chance, I made a different choice: I accepted the engagement to Luca Moretti myself—the Italian mafia heir who was supposed to be my family's greatest enemy.

This time, Finn regretted everything. But I won't accept his regret anymore.

Rule one: never love your stepbrother. Rule two: never trust a bad boy. I broke both.
The day Carter traded up and called me a "disgusting mistake," Liam—the most dangerous guy in school—knelt in the rubble of my life. "Want to make him pay?" he murmured, his grip firm on my chin. "I'll show you how."
It was supposed to be a game. But his lessons came with a secret: he'd been claiming me since the day he first slipped a mint candy into my hand.

On my 25th birthday, the doctor handed me my death sentence—stage four pancreatic cancer, six months to live. The man I’d loved for seventeen years was flirting with his secretary while I coughed up blood and collapsed. He mocked me when chemo took my hair: “Even your hair is fake.” When I secretly transferred my last savings into his sports recovery fund—the very money that could’ve saved me—he threw me out: "Get out. You were never part of this family." If he knew the woman he called "a lying, attention-seeking fake" was dying alone in a run-down apartment… would he finally believe me? This time, my death is not a lie.

My husband Peter and I have been married for eight years. We went from passionate love to cold war, from mates to roommates.

Our six-year-old son Leo secretly signed us up for a marriage therapy show called "I Can Read Your Mind."

We thought it was a scam and didn't take it seriously.

Until Saturday morning, when the face in the mirror was Peter's!

We'd swapped bodies!

We contacted the show's crew, only to be told that the machine had malfunctioned and required a week of repairs.

Jesus Christ! Are you telling me we're stuck in each other's bodies for an entire week??

You think the most mortifying thing is accidentally sending lingerie photos to your professor ex?
Wrong. The most mortifying thing is him showing up at your door minutes later, eyes blazing with hunger. When my pipes burst and he's helping me fix them—soaking wet, muscles straining against his shirt—I figured we were headed straight for round two. Until my brother walks in with his spare key, casually calling me "sis."
I watched the blood drain from his face in real time. He thinks he's been lusting after his own student's girlfriend. His whole moral code just imploded. Now this ridiculously upright, devastatingly hot man is caught between wanting to devour me and hating himself for it, running scared from his own desire.
So here's my dilemma: Do I keep enjoying watching him completely unravel over me, or do I put him out of his misery and tell him the truth—that the "rival" he's been losing his mind over is actually my brother?

At the Rossini family gala, I clutched my wine glass, listening to Patrick chat with the senator's daughter about politics and business, without even the right to join their conversation. It wasn't until I overheard him in his study late that night calling me "just a plaything from peasant stock" that I realized how ridiculous my six years of devotion had been.

After fleeing to Los Angeles, I thought I could escape this family forever. But when Patrick's brother Warren rescued me at a bar and offered me a job, the tenderness in his eyes made my heart race. Was I crazy to fall for my ex's brother? Yet when he said "you deserve to be treasured," I couldn't help but wonder: maybe this time, I could take the gamble?

I was holding the burned puppy we adopted, sitting in the middle of our burning house. It was our fifth wedding anniversary. And he had left me. All for a phone call from another woman. They say my husband is a hero who can save anyone. So why wasn't he here to save me? As the flames danced before my eyes, I finally saw the truth: He only married me because I looked like her. Now that she's back, the replacement is no longer needed. If this is how it ends... so be it.

I woke up with a hangover, only to find I'd gone from a college girl to the revered "Luna" of a werewolf pack—complete with a handsome Alpha husband and a five-year-old son I'd never met. The catch? I'd lost eight years of memories. In my mind, my human boyfriend had just proposed last night.
Now my own son is afraid of me, my "husband" looks at me with heartbreak in his eyes, and my so-called "true love" is leading a team of hunters to our gates, claiming he needs to "purify" the monster I've become.
Stranded in a world of ancient totems and moon magic, I must reclaim my lost power, uncover the truth behind my missing memories, and face an impossible choice: return to the human life I remember, or fight for a werewolf family I can't even recall.

My name is Claire Bennett, and at twenty-nine, I finally said "no" to that midnight call.

Twenty years. From pudding cups in an orphanage to a lakefront mansion in Seattle, I spent two decades proving I was "useful"—until a woman in La Perla lingerie told me to fetch her coat. Like a servant.

"Without me, what can you even do?" Ethan asked, standing among broken wine glasses.

I didn't know the answer. But I left anyway.

First day back at that run-down Evergreen orphanage, I met Luca. He looked at me like I was the plague—"This isn't a resort for rich people to do guilt therapy."

I fucking hated this man.

Until that rainy night at the dive bar, under those dim lights, when I heard him singing: "I built these walls so high... then you walked in with your broken smile, and suddenly I'm terrified..."

Then he swung his guitar at the men trying to hurt me.

In the rain, in that shabby motel, he said: "The first day I saw you, I knew I was in trouble."

But the story wasn't over. Because three months later, a plain rental sedan pulled up to the orphanage...

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.

For ten years, they thought I couldn't hear.

They were wrong.

I heard Braden call me his "pet" at his bachelor party.

I heard Scarlett threaten to push me off a cliff.

I heard them plotting how to split my father's two million dollar inheritance.

I heard every detail of their plan to have me committed after the wedding.

My right ear was never damaged. For ten years, I just chose selective deafness—choosing to believe their sweet lies, ignoring the harsh truths.

They saw me as a helpless deaf girl, the perfect victim.

They didn't know that victims fight back.

And I heard every fucking word.

I thought I was the happiest woman in the world... until I clicked on that video.

The moment the screen lit up, my entire world came crashing down.

The woman on the bed was Calista - that girl who grew up with us since we were kids. And that hand caressing her skin was wearing the wedding ring I had personally put on Matteo's finger.

"I've missed you so much..."
"You drive me crazy, baby..."

Those sweet words I knew so well completely destroyed me.

Everyone said we were the perfect couple, but who knew this marriage was built on nothing but lies?

Since he's so good at acting, I guess it's time I gave him a show of my own. I'm going to make sure everyone sees what this "perfect husband" really is...

Three years. I thought that would be enough.

Enough to forget the man who never said he loved me. Enough to rebuild my life in this quiet coastal town. Enough to protect my secret, my daughter Rosie.

But when Adrian Smith appeared at the town's flower market, looking at me with those same gray-blue eyes Rosie inherited, I knew it was over.

Three-year contract marriage. $5,000 monthly salary. Peaceful divorce at the end.

That was my deal with Ethan Blackwood.

Until I overheard him on the phone—booking restaurants, ordering white roses, preparing a necklace. I knew his white moonlight Bailey was back.

So I paid $3,000 for a fake ultrasound and told him I was pregnant.

He transferred $500,000 and said coldly, "Take care of my child."

I took the money and ran to Seattle, thinking I'd never see him again.

Three weeks later, he showed up at the café where I worked.

Soaked through. Eyes dangerous.

"That clinic was shut down by the FDA three months ago," he threw the investigation in front of me. "Your fake ultrasound? The check bounced."

My blood ran cold.

He leaned closer, voice low enough to devour me—

"Since it was fake, Sophia, let's make it real."

They say dying changes you. They're right, it made me see the truth.

I died choking on my own blood while my "loving" husband was toasting his bastard son at graduation. Twenty years of lies. Twenty years of being the "crazy, jealous wife" while he played house with his whore and their child under my own roof.

But the Moon Goddess had other plans.

I woke up twenty years in the past, back to the moment that destroyed my life, Griffin asking if his "poor widowed friend" could move in.

This time, I know what the right thing to do is.

I and Gavin had known each other for four years, been together for two. We were about to get married. But we had this huge fight when I was trying on my wedding dress, so he went out to sea to clear his head. Unexpectedly, he was caught in a maritime accident and his body was never found. I was heartbroken and couldn't believe the truth.

Until I heard Diego and Luis talking in Portuguese. They were Gavin's business partners.

"Cara, olha como ela chora." Diego's voice drifted over. "Me sinto mal por ela. Quando o Gavin vai voltar e dizer que está vivo?"

My breath caught. Every muscle froze.

Look how she's crying. I feel bad for her. When is Gavin coming back to say he's alive?

"Cuidado, não é bom falar disso aqui," Luis warned nervously.

"Relaxa, ela não entende português."

Relax, she doesn't understand Portuguese.

But I did. I understood every fucking word.

My grandmother was from Lisbon. I've spoken Portuguese since I was five. And these idiots just told me: my fiancé faked his death.

I had a 3-minute wedding night.
I married Dr. Zachary Palmer out of convenience. His golden hands are legendary in the OR, but in our bed? Let's just say it was a quick, humiliating failure. I was sure our marriage was a lost cause.
Then I saw him fight to save my father's life. I saw the tears in his eyes. I saw the man behind the surgeon.
Now he's determined to prove he can be the husband I need. And God help me, I'm starting to believe him. How am I supposed to walk away now?

I Thought He Was Dumping Me, So I Asked for the Breakup Settlement First

On my birthday night, Ethan filled the apartment with candles and held out a three-tiered pink cake, his eyes softer than I'd ever seen.

Three years. From the day I saved this broken man off the streets to watching him become a CEO worth hundreds of millions. Three years of him never saying "I love you," never defining what we were.

Until this morning, when I saw the text on his phone:

Sophia: I'm back in the country. Want to see you.

His ex-girlfriend. Perfect, successful, in his league—Sophia.

So when he asked "What do you want for your birthday," I understood—he was negotiating a breakup settlement.

"A two-bedroom apartment downtown," I said. "That way it'll be easier for you going forward."

His face went white.

The cake slammed onto the table. He walked out. Three days of silence.

I shoved that cake to the back of the fridge, couldn't throw it away—just like I couldn't let him go.

Until he saw me having coffee with another guy and stormed in, furiously writing a check to eliminate his "rival."

Until he shoved his phone in my face: "Look at what she actually said!"

Until he asked: "Do you know what was hidden inside that cake?"

I didn't just ruin a birthday.

I ruined the surprise he'd spent a month planning.

I was once a brilliant psychology student at Berkeley, but now I've become a "hunter" in Viktor Reeves' criminal empire. My job? Using psychological techniques to seduce wealthy men and swindle them out of their money for this devil.

After each mission, I hate myself a little more. Until that day, when I met him in a coffee shop—Alexei, a documentary filmmaker with gentle blue eyes. Unlike my other targets, there was something pure and kind in his gaze. For three weeks, I crafted lies to make him fall in love with me, all while stealing his money.

Until that night, when he burst into the casino, pointing a gun at my heart. "Who taught you to seduce different men at the same time?"

Then my world collapsed—he turned out to be Viktor's own son!

Three months after I died, he used his Grammy acceptance speech to shame me before thirty million people. He accused me of ethical violations, of seducing him, then running off with his money and our dog, leaving him with massive medical debt.
Little did he know, our dog Max and I were both gone, taken by the same cancer.
At the stroke of midnight, as his words still hung in the air, my Instagram auto-posted a birthday message for him. It was just the first one. I'd recorded twenty-eight videos, enough for every birthday until he turns fifty-seven.
Louis... my revenge—no, my love—is only just beginning.

I busted my ass working for five years, completely wrecked my health just to scrape together money for his eye surgery. Then I discovered—he was never blind to begin with.

When I asked him why.

"Because you owe me," Matthew stared at me with those cold eyes.

But I can't remember a damn thing...

Now I'm about to die from late-stage stomach cancer. I wonder if Matthew will be pleased?

For thirty years, I've been the perfect Mrs. Morrison. Until that night when I heard my son Dylan publicly humiliate Della at the Country Club—the orphan I rescued ten years ago, who's become more of a daughter to me than my own son ever was.
"This is what happens when you adopt stray cats," he said.
When I waited for my husband Theo to defend us, he coldly replied: "Divorce it is, then. I'm tired of settling anyway."
In that moment, Della and I made the same decision: divorce.
The 54-year-old me and 29-year-old her left the Morrison mansion with four suitcases, moving into a lakeside cabin. The men thought we'd come crawling back within days—after all, we were just two women "without financial resources."
But when we started investigating the family finances, we discovered $150,000 in mysterious expenses. All flowing to one woman—Theo's college classmate, Becca Sterling.
Cancer treatment I could understand, but when I overheard what Theo said to her at the hospital... I realized I didn't know the man I'd shared a bed with for thirty years.

I died once.

Torn apart by the fiancée of the Alpha Prince who I thought loved me, bleeding out on a cold basement floor. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back in that luxury car heading to the Royal Territory—one year ago, about to walk into this beautiful trap because I saved an amnesiac stranger named "Alex."

In my past life, I was too naive, thinking that saving a wounded stranger would lead to true love. Little did I know he was Prince Marcus Blackwood, and I was just an ordinary Omega from a remote pack. When I naively requested to become his mate at the grand royal ceremony, I was met with mockery and hostility from the nobles.

This time, I won't make the same mistakes.

When Marcus gazes at me with those deep blue eyes, promising me the whole world, all I want is to run far away. When he appears in my room, using his Alpha pressure to force me to admit my feelings for him, I remember the terror of my past life's death.

But fate gave me an unexpected gift—Ryan, that warm Beta guard captain. When I discovered he was actually the thin boy I protected twelve years ago, everything changed.

Marcus can offer me a crown and power, but Ryan gives me true freedom and respect. Now I must choose: repeat my past mistakes and become Marcus's caged bird, or follow my heart and choose real love?

But will a rejected Alpha Prince let go so easily?

The moment I found myself bound in that warehouse, I was still foolishly hoping James would come to my rescue. Four years—I had washed countless shirts for him, written innumerable papers, even helped him pursue other girls. Everyone called me lovesick, but I believed I had a place in his heart.

Yet there he stood, pointing at Emily, saying, "I choose her." As the knife pierced my chest, all I felt was endless regret.

When my eyes flew open, I'd somehow returned to the first day of senior year! What shattered me even more was learning that my savior had never been James at all, but some tattooed guy on a motorcycle?

The fake hero was still playing Prince Charming, while my actual rescuer was... where?

This time around, I absolutely won't fall into the same trap!

Three years ago, Emma's life was shattered in a single night. When she awoke in the dark woods, the last face she saw became her eternal nightmare—Damien Cross, the man she once loved.

Now, her father's death and crushing debts have pushed her to the brink. Surrounded by creditors with nowhere to turn, Damien appears like a savior, offering an deal she cannot refuse: Marry me, and all debts will be erased.

"Love?" Emma laughs hysterically, "Rape first, then force me into marriage—is that your idea of love?"

"Emma, I swear I never meant to hurt you!" His voice trembles, "I love you!"

The luxurious Manhattan penthouse becomes her gilded cage. When she discovers his secret arrangements for "overseas treatment," her last thread of hope snaps. A desperate escape, shattered memories beginning to piece themselves back together...

What shocking secret lies buried in the truth?

I thought I married a cold-blooded businessman.

Three years of contract marriage, he lived at the other end of the hallway, never stepping into my room. I had the divorce papers signed, ready to tell him today.

Until that morning, I suddenly heard his thoughts.

When I walked into the dining room wearing a silk robe, he stared at his iPad, but his mind was screaming: "She's not wearing a bra... don't look! Three years of sitting here every morning, torturing myself..."

Wait, what?

This financial genius called the "Iceberg"—his head was full of me?

I started testing him. "Accidentally" brushing his throat while fixing his tie, his ears turned red instantly, internal meltdown: "She's touching me... calm down! Think about GDP growth rates!"

The most shocking part? I found my "lost" scarves and that pink lace underwear in his nightstand drawer.

Three years of coldness was actually three years of crazy restraint.

Now the question is: should I keep pretending I know nothing, or...

When neuroscience PhD candidate Elena Rodriguez desperately needs a research partner for her marriage transition study, the last person she expects to volunteer is Ethan Mitchell—her college crush and campus golden boy who always seemed out of her league.
One marriage certificate, two agendas: she needs academic data, he needs to escape family pressure. What should have been a straightforward fake arrangement becomes infinitely more complicated when Elena accidentally develops an unexpected side effect after saying "I do"—she can hear her new husband's thoughts.
"She said yes... even if it's fake, she's my wife now..."
"I've been loving her for four years..."
"Want to kiss that concentrated frown away..."
When Ethan's carefully hidden four-year crush becomes Elena's personal mental soundtrack, and she discovers every "coincidental" college encounter was meticulously planned, the power dynamics of their fake marriage flip entirely.
Turns out the best way to use mind-reading is: first hear him fall, then make him completely yours.
A brilliant academic heroine × devoted STEM hero neural synchronization love experiment. When accidental telepathy meets fake marriage, when neuroscience meets real confessions, Elena's about to use this glitch-like ability to turn her fake husband into her real forever.

The sunset over Portland looks like something out of a postcard tonight. Too bad I won't be around to see many more of them.

Six months. That's what Dr. Martinez gave me this afternoon. Stage four stomach cancer, spreading fast. I sat in my car in the hospital parking lot for an hour afterward, trying to figure out who I'm supposed to call with news like this.

My phone buzzes—my brother, right on time. "You missed Dad's birthday dinner. Again." His voice has that familiar edge, the one that's been there since we were kids. Since Mom died giving birth to me twenty-four years ago.

He doesn't ask where I was. Doesn't ask if I'm okay. Just launches into the same old guilt trip about family obligations and responsibility. I want to tell him about the diagnosis, but what's the point? He's spent my entire life wishing it had been me instead of Mom.

Karen used to say I never grew up, that I was always playing the victim. Easy words from someone who never had to live with being the reason their mother died. She never saw the panic attacks, never noticed how I flinched when people raised their voices, never asked about the scars on my arms.

Now I'm dying, and I can't stop wondering—will anyone actually miss me? Or will they just feel relieved that the family burden is finally gone?

At the board meeting, he voted to dilute my equity.

"This is business, Elena. Not personal."

Three years of hidden marriage. I thought we were partners. But in that moment, I finally understood—I was just his technical supplier on the road to success.

What Ryan didn't know: that Technology Contribution Agreement he signed three years ago contained one clause. 70% of NexTech's core algorithm IP belongs to me. Personally.

Product launch day. Two hundred investors watching. I took the microphone.

He thought I'd present the tech specs like always.

He was wrong.

My name is Victoria Sterling. Thirty-seven, Silicon Valley CEO, millions in the bank.

I don't believe in love. But I believe in deals.

Fifty grand a month for a compliant companion and bed partner—that's been my life for three years. Until I met Ethan Cole: twenty-nine, Stanford dropout, bankrupt with $1.8M in debt, mother dying of cancer.

He's smart, he's handsome, and he's desperate.

Perfect prey.

I thought I controlled everything. Until two months later, when his creditor showed up in my office lobby and said:

"Ms. Sterling, do you know his real reason for approaching you?"

That's when I saw Ethan's face—

Pure, devastating guilt.