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"Oh God... right there... harder!" I cry out. Noah's tongue travels across my chest before he suddenly bites down cruelly.

"Ah, gentler..." I wince in pain.

"Shut up, you're too loud," he roughly covers my mouth, thrusting hard and burying himself deep inside me.

"Ah!" My scream is muffled by his palm, yet my legs instinctively wrap tighter around his waist.

"This is how you like it, isn't it?" he whispers mockingly in my ear. "Being roughly taken by me."

After three years of marriage, pregnant Emilia receives not her husband's care but divorce papers. "I don't need children," financial tycoon Noah Blake coldly declares before walking away.

Six years later, she returns with brilliantly gifted children. The once-fragile woman has transformed into a medical legend, with an even more shocking revelation—a prestigious family background hidden behind her.

Meanwhile, the once-invincible Noah faces his own crisis: a mysterious poisoning causing his vision to steadily deteriorate, while betrayal from his closest confidants leaves his business empire teetering on the brink of collapse. When Emilia becomes pursued by the city's most eligible bachelor, an unhinged Noah corners her, his eyes burning with regret and possession: "Emilia, you can only be the mother of MY child!"

Rejected by her mate on their twentieth birthday and also being killed by him. That same night, Cleo experienced her wolf, but what she became, even she didn't understand. The next day, she woke up and realized that her mate had completed the bond ritual while she was unconscious, and in that moment she realized that revenge tasted better than him, a revenge that her wolf was more than willing to aid her in.

"Cole is now Neuri's new mate, and that is final!" I suddenly roar from the pit of my gut, growling out my fury in a primal voice unlike any I had ever used before only seeing red. "No wolf is worthy of Neuri, nor anyone else who claims her as their mate is... There is only one man whom she wants, only one man who matters, and that man is him!" 

"What kind of sick joke is this?" Alexander spat, stepping forward.

I turned to face him as my nostril flared, my breathing ragged, and my ears pricked for the slightest movement of his steps towards me.

"You... oh, you..." I whispered, moving my head slightly from left to right as I sized him with my eyes.

"You are my mate, and you will stop this nonsense once and for all." He screamed in my mind.

His voice was carried with force, but beneath it, I tasted fear, and my lips curled upward as I laughed, raising my chin, "Make me."

BLURB/SYNOPSIS : "You love me? No… you can’t love a maid like me. We’re not from the same world. We can never be together. It’s a dream that won’t come true."

Lily, that doesn’t matter. I don’t care where you’re from or what your past is. I love you, and that’s the only truth that matters"

Lily has always known her place, silent, invisible, unworthy of love from someone like Sebastian Kingsley, the heir to a billion-dollar empire. She was hired to clean his mansion, not steal his heart. But when Sebastian Kingsley, the powerful billionaire in the city, confesses his love for her, she refuses to believe it.

For years, Sebastian has lived in darkness, suffocating under the weight of expectations. Drugs numb the pain. Sleepless nights steal his sanity. No one has ever looked at him without seeing his wealth until her. Lily became his peace, his escape, the only person who made him feel whole.

But their love was never meant to be.

Sebastian is already engaged to her sister, the woman the world believes is perfect for him. A woman who will do anything to keep him. And Lily? She’s just a maid. Powerless. Disposable. She wants to run to protect herself before it’s too late. But how do you walk away from the only person who ever made you feel alive?

Will their love survive the forces tearing them apart? Or will society, betrayal, and family duty crush them before they even have a chance?

It was a forbidden love

In a world of power, status, and deception, Sebastian and Lily are caught in a battle for love, survival, and happiness. Sebastian had everything—except happiness.

Lily had nothing—except hope.Together, will they find a future worth fighting for ?

She needed a place to stay. He needed to save his ranch. Together they just might make a home. Sgt. Dylan Banks lost more than just his leg in the war. His fiancée and family turned their backs on him as well. Now, he’s determined to create a safe place where wounded warriors like himself can heal. But a hidden zoning law requires all residents of the Purple Heart Ranch to be married. To save his dream, Dylan and his men will have to tie the knot—but can a man with such deep scars inside and out believe in love again?   Maggie Shaw lost both her job as a veterinary technician and her apartment on the same day. Who knew her unreasonable landlord would kick her out for being four dogs over the one pet limit? Now, she and her gang of special-needs dogs are in trouble. Then fate puts her in Dylan’s path with a proposal that seems too good to be true—but can her heart bear a loveless marriage of convenience?   Dylan yearns to reach out for Maggie’s healing touch, but he keeps his distance, convinced his wounds are too deep for her embrace. Maggie sees past Dylan’s injuries, but if she fails to capture his heart they both could lose it all: her beloved animals, his ranch, and each other.   Find out if love can truly heal all wounds in this light-hearted, sweet romance of convenient arrangements that unfold into lasting love. On His Bended Knee is the first in a series of marriage of convenience tales featuring Wounded Warriors who are healed with the power of love.

Tessa was the fallen Alpha heiress, deaf but still bound to protect her late father’s legacy. Evander was the rising young Alpha, the perfect presidential candidate.
A marriage contract tied them together, but with one condition: once Evander found his true fated mate, their contracted marriage would be over.
Five years later, when Evander finally promised that he would attend the last mating ceremony and give up finding his fated mate, Tessa got pregnant. Tessa believed it’s all meant to be, but Evander returned with another woman, claiming that she was his fated mate...
Now Tessa must decide: reveal her pregnancy and risk losing everything, or walk away to protect the future growing inside her.

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?"

The two loves of my life—one died because of him, the other wishes me dead. My seven-year-old daughter only wanted to make a lamp for her "afraid-of-the-dark" daddy, but died from electrocution instead. She'll never know that her father was using this very opportunity to plan a new life with his mistress. When I held my terminal diagnosis in my hands, I cried silently. Look, Patty—Mommy will be coming to join you soon. And your daddy? He'll finally be free from us two "burdens" forever.

My fiancé dumped me on his best friend like I was a piece of unwanted inventory.
"Her brain's broken. She doesn't remember you. You take care of her." — The most ironic line I've ever heard, right before I blacked out.
So, I, the infamous "Steel Rose" of the boxing world, decided to play along. I moved into his friend Jordan's—the billionaire's—penthouse and started acting like a scared little bunny who's even terrified of the coffee machine.
But this act… is spiraling out of control.
The way Jordan looks at me is unbearably tender, while the way my ex looks at him is burning with jealousy. My amnesia is fake, but Jordan's feelings… seem terrifyingly real.
Now, my "best friend" is hanging on my ex's arm, waiting to see me fall. What they don't know is: my fists are hard, but my acting skills are even harder.
But the biggest problem is—when Jordan's lips meet mine, I can't tell if this is just part of my revenge plan… or if I'm the one falling for the act.

When Evie was dying and needed $120,000 for treatment, I thought I was out of options.
Until Dr. Martinez offered me a "solution"—a temporary pairing contract with the Blackthorne family heir. Three days, $150,000, enough to save Evie's life with money to spare.
Caspian Blackthorne is the most powerful Alpha in the city, with wealth and influence beyond measure, while I'm just a single Omega mother running a failing diner on the edge of werewolf territory. We should exist in completely different worlds.
I prepared myself for everything, ready to fulfill every clause in that contract.
But what I didn't expect was this—when the heat accelerator kicked in, this untouchable Alpha actually refused. He'd rather sleep on the floor than lay a finger on me.
"When this is all over, I want to know that if you ever choose me, it's because you want to, not because you have to."
Wait... choose him?
What the hell is this man thinking? And when he starts showing up at my diner every day, helping Felix with math homework, listening to Ruby's school stories, taking care of sick Evie...
I realize I'm facing something far more dangerous than a $120,000 medical bill.

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.

I thought I was proving my love when my husband claimed his billionaire family required a "loyalty test"—watching him fake an affair with his pregnant ex-girlfriend for a year. I endured public humiliation, served wine to his mistress at charity galas, and even terminated my own pregnancy because he said it would "complicate the test."
But when I discovered the truth, everything changed. There was no loyalty test. There never had been. The fifteen billion dollar inheritance was already his. The whole charade was just his elaborate plan to gaslight me into disappearing quietly so he could start fresh with Victoria and their baby.
Too bad for him, I graduated summa cum laude from Columbia Business School. And I've been planning my revenge for months.

I clutched the diagnosis paper that read "Stage 4 Gastric Cancer," my knuckles turning white. For twenty-two years, no matter how bad things got, Ethan always said he could handle it. But this time, my call only reached his voicemail.

I still remember that snowy night when I was seventeen. Under that tree, he squeezed my hand and promised, "You don't have to be strong anymore. Just lean on me." He said he'd marry me once he became successful, vowed to protect me for a lifetime. I believed him—believed him so much that today I drove frantically to his recording studio, desperate to tell him about my diagnosis.

But the scene through the cracked door shattered every hope I had. The sight of him entangled with Victoria hurt worse than any diagnosis. Later, when he handed me divorce papers, I coughed blood into my tissue, and he didn't even glance my way.

How did the man who promised to protect me forever become the one pushing me into the abyss? I'm dying, and even my last shred of hope is being crushed. Is this really how it ends?

I thought next week I'd be walking through the daisies on Grandma's farm to marry the man who promised to treat me like a princess—until our wedding planner's call shattered everything. He'd changed our venue to a Tuscan castle because it was his childhood friend Lina's favorite place? When exactly had I agreed to that?

What chilled me to the bone was seeing Grandma's heirloom necklace—my heirloom—around Lina's throat. He told me to "be reasonable," claimed the farm was "beneath" his status, but wasn't he the one who swore he'd make my childhood dream come true?

When he slapped me in front of everyone at his family party to defend Lina, reality finally hit me: the man I'd given my heart to for four years—what exactly did he think I was to him?

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.

My husband Michael's father and my own father shared the same name—Robert. His was Robert Carter; mine, Robert Smith. I once thought it a sweet coincidence, until that 3 AM phone call turned this quirk of fate into a living nightmare.
The nursing home called to say Robert Carter had died, but when Michael returned from his business trip, he assumed it was my father who had passed. "Old Robert's finally gone," he smirked. "Should've moved him to the cheaper nursing home ages ago." Can you believe it? His own father—the man who'd left him an inheritance—and there he was, helping his medical intern mistress cover up malpractice, dismissing the death as "just some useless old man."
He has no idea he's protecting his father's killer. No clue I've seen through his cold-bloodedness all along.
I wonder, when the truth finally hits him, how will this absurd tragedy end?

My name is Mira Sawyer, an orphan adopted by the Rossi mafia family.

The night I was kidnapped, the captor pressed a gun to my temple and told Marco over video: "Five million dollars, or she dies."

I watched Marco Rossi—heir to New York's mafia empire—laugh with a blonde in his arms: "Keep her. Maybe she'll finally learn I don't want a pathetic puppy following me around."

Ten years of waiting, shattered at gunpoint.

Then the warehouse exploded.

Through the smoke walked a man in a black coat, eyes colder than death itself. Three shots. Three bodies. He stopped in front of me: "Nobody touches what's mine to protect."

That night changed everything.

The next day, I returned to the manor and saw him descending the stairs. Marco's face went white:

"Uncle Luca?! You're back from Sicily?!"

The legendary killer, exiled for twelve years. The real power behind the Rossi family. Marco's uncle.

He was the man who saved me.

And in that warehouse, I'd already become his.

I thought ten years of childhood sweethearts could weather any storm.

Until that night when Charles rushed out after her call, leaving me alone in bed with his child growing inside me, not knowing how to tell him.

Seraphina Blackwood, tech dynasty heiress, threatened Charles with her father's billion-dollar empire to marry her. And me? Just an orphan girl who seemed to mean nothing in Silicon Valley's power games.

When I watched him remove our wedding ring, when I saw their sweet photos at the hospital, when I lay bleeding on the floor and he chose her... I finally understood that maybe love really can't survive against money.

But what I didn't know was that while I started my new life in Switzerland, there was a man secretly protecting me with his kidney, his heart, his everything...

Until his assistant appeared at my little bakery, desperation in his eyes: "Ms. Thorne, please, you have to save him!"

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...

As the Helix-7 virus devours our world, its 95% mortality rate suffocates me. Being the chief geneticist hasn't spared me from the crushing weight of desperation—I was inches from breaking until that blood-tinged howl echoed through the forest. There, I stumbled upon a black wolf standing four feet at the shoulder, its blood tests revealing something impossible: 100% immunity.

Then before my eyes, the wolf transformed into a naked youth, his amber eyes gazing at me with disarming innocence. I brought him back as Test Subject A-001, spending sleepless nights monitoring him, patiently teaching him, believing I'd captured humanity's salvation.

Only when his fingers tightened around my wrist and his now-deepened voice whispered, "I only want you," did the terrible truth dawn on me: had I been nurturing hope for mankind—or merely raising a predator with unfathomable patience?

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.

I thought saving a wounded wolf was just another day on the job. I didn’t know he was him—the Alpha of all Alphas, the most feared power in the werewolf world.

When I became pregnant with his heir, they called it a crime. They poisoned me, left me for dead, and thought they’d erased me from history.

But here’s the thing about me—I’m not the kind of woman who stays buried......

To avenge my father, I married Philadelphia mafia don Salvatore and poisoned him with my own hands on our wedding night. I thought my revenge was complete, until I met his son Matteo at the funeral—a cold, handsome,dangerous man.

Matteo suspected from the start that I'd killed his father. According to plan, I was supposed to get close to him, seduce him, then kill the last Rossi heir when he trusted me most.

"You're trembling." He cornered me against the wall, his long fingers caressing my cheek. "From fear... or something else?"

"I..." Under his burning gaze, I couldn't find words.

"Don't be nervous, stepmother." He leaned close to my ear, his voice low and magnetic. "I just want to see how honest you are."

When the assassin falls for her target, when stepmother becomes obsessed with stepson, can this dangerous game have a happy ending?

I died—not in the way you'd expect, but slowly, painfully, while he was entangled with her.

He called her his savior, the woman who sold everything to rescue his failing empire. Little did he know, it was my money, my life's work, that he squandered.

The betrayal burned hotter than any flame, and I vowed he'd pay.

Now, he's gone—a leap from the heights he once ruled, his fall as swift as his rise.

Five years ago, I knelt on marble floors, cleaning wine with my own dress while they laughed.

Five years later, they knelt before me, begging for forgiveness while I walked away.

They thought three hundred thousand dollars could buy my soul. They thought I was just another disposable substitute, another broken girl desperate enough to sell her dignity for her dying mother's medical bills.

Caspian Ashford wanted a replacement for his precious Scarlett. The Hampton elite wanted a servant to humiliate. They all wanted me to disappear quietly when they were done with me.

They got their wish—I did disappear.

But the girl who drowned in that yacht "accident" five years ago? She was weak, desperate, powerless.

The woman who returned as Elena Whitman?

I'm their worst fucking nightmare.

Never did I imagine that I—drowning in $200,000 of debt with creditors ready to break down my door—would be approached by Carlisle from Seattle's most elite Alpha family. Her offer? One million dollars to pretend to be her blind son Raymond's wife!

Raymond may be a broken Alpha who can't even detect Omega pheromones, but why does the gentleness of his fingertips make my heart race?

Just as news of my pregnancy arrives, Carlisle throws $3 million at me to disappear from their lives. This charade that began as a business transaction has somehow trapped us both in love's web. But will he ever forgive me for vanishing without a word?

"The night I miscarried our baby, my husband was toasting his mistress's award win."

Five years of secret marriage. I was Broadway producer Maximilian Cross's hidden wife while the world thought he was a golden bachelor. Only I knew who he was really fucking every night.

Until that bitch Vivienne Sterling showed up.

She became his "artistic muse." I became his live-in booty call. He took her to every important event, bought her custom jewelry, publicly searched for his "soulmate" on stage—while I played piano accompaniment like a goddamn background prop.

Here's the fucked up part: I collapsed on stage, miscarrying and bleeding out in the ER, while he was across town popping champagne for that homewrecker's Drama Desk win. Twenty-three emergency calls—all ignored because it was her "big night."

But baby, you think that's where this story ends?

One Instagram post destroyed them both. Five-year secret marriage exposed, entire internet calling Vivienne a homewrecker, investors pulling out, him going from Broadway king to street rat overnight.

Even better? That 27-year-old composer heir Dante had been crushing on me for ten years. He gave me roles, protection, and real love I'd never experienced.

One year later, Dante and I won the Tony for our musical. I stood under the spotlight, he cheered from the audience. My ex-husband? Watching our triumph from his shitty apartment while his side piece slings coffee for minimum wage.

I watched my husband choose another woman over me.
Less than three seconds. That's all it took for Dr. Colton Whitmore to decide which pregnant woman to save first during the December storm. Me—his wife, bleeding out from a car crash. Or Sienna—his high school crush, back in town and conveniently helpless.
"She's an athlete," he told the nurse. "She can handle it."
Handle what? Dying while he shopped for another woman's baby supplies?
While I hemorrhaged in a hospital hallway, forty-two strangers donated blood to keep me alive. My own husband wasn't one of them.
But this small town has eyes. And Facebook. And a very long memory.
Everyone saw his choice. Everyone knows the truth.
Now it's my turn to choose.
And unlike him, I won't need three seconds to decide.

I once believed that every click of Ryan's Leica shutter was proof of his love—a luxury villa, his exclusive muse—I was foolish enough to believe in this fairy tale. Until our engagement night, when Isabella appeared wearing an identical ring, and the media exposed his betrayal, I finally realized I was nothing but a carefully selected stand-in.

Have you ever spent three years of your youth living as someone else's shadow? When he held her and called me "just a cheap copy," I didn't break down. After all, isn't it more satisfying to turn the tables using the camera sounds he was so obsessed with, making him pay for his sins in his own madness? In this game of deception disguised as love, who really played whom?

I taught him how to love, and he used every lesson to win back another woman.

When I discovered Phoenix's time machine, I followed him eight months into the past—to a world where I never existed, where he looked at me like a stranger.

But in this twisted timeline, I found something impossible: Damian, alive and breathing, when in my world he'd already chosen death.

Now I'm trapped between saving the man I should love and the one I actually do, knowing that every choice could destroy innocent lives.

Because changing time isn't about second chances...

The crash four years ago killed my parents and stole my memories. When I woke up, Gino was holding my hand, crying: "Thank god you're awake." He told me it was an accident, a drunk driver. He swore he'd help me find the killer.

I believed him for four years.

Until that weekend in Napa, when I overheard a conversation I was never meant to hear.

"You crashed your car chasing after me four years ago, you can't have forgotten!" his stepsister Ivy screamed. My blood ran cold. Four years ago? The exact night my parents died?

I almost gave up admission to a top-15 university for my childhood sweetheart Brent, fantasizing he would finally confess his love.

Until that afternoon when I overheard him telling his friend dismissively: "Without me, she's nothing."

Turns out I could never compete with Sienna, the blonde beauty who transferred here three months ago. Turns out he chose Michigan State because the pretty girl needed protection, while I was "tough as a rock."

That moment, my heart died completely.

I secretly accepted Northwestern University's offer and left for Chicago alone. I let him think I'd obediently follow them to the same college—until the day classes started and he discovered I had "vanished."

"How could you betray me like this?!" he demanded furiously.

"Betray?" I laughed coldly. "Who betrayed whom first?"

My worthless husband murdered me in cold blood, along with our six-month-old unborn child.

Reborn at my own mating ceremony, I boldly rejected the weakling ex who couldn't even complete his wolf transformation, and shocked everyone by proposing to his powerful Alpha father!

"Alpha Dominic, make me your Luna! I'll give the Storm Pack the true Alpha heirs they deserve!"

The entire pack was stunned—a lowly Omega from nowhere just shattered centuries of tradition!

But when I conceived Alpha triplets, the werewolf world exploded. A miracle that happens once in a lifetime!

They say love means never having to say you're sorry. But what if the man who promised to love you points a gun-wielding stranger straight at your heart?

My name is Victoria Kingsley. Three months ago, I was Orange County's perfect housewife. Then my husband chose his pregnant mistress over me at gunpoint. That's when I discovered my marriage was built on my father's suicide, stolen retirement funds, and a criminal conspiracy that made me the perfect scapegoat.

Marcus thought he married a naive housewife. He was wrong.

Three years of passion between the sheets, three years of sweet promises—all just foreplay to the perfect betrayal.

When Felix publicly declared Scarlett Wilson as his "artistic partner," when he said dating someone "at my level" would be "professional suicide," I finally understood—I was nothing but his stepping stone to the Wilson family fortune, a used rag to be discarded.

Even more pathetic? The bitch who stole my man wasn't satisfied with just that. She had to destroy my art career too. Plagiarism accusations, vicious smears, "accidental" artwork destruction... Scarlett Wilson used her family's power to systematically push me into the abyss, wanting to make sure I'd never hold my head up in the art world again.

Did she think I'd just take it like some pathetic victim?

Wrong.

When I played that recording of her confessing to every single crime under the Whitney Museum's spotlights; when the entire art world watched this "socialite princess" screaming hysterical denials; when Tate Modern personally invited me to exhibit and Gagosian Gallery offered me a $500K guarantee—

That's what total destruction looks like.

But the most satisfying part? Watching Felix's pathetic transformation: from the arrogant gallery owner to a broken man in wrinkled shirts, begging for my forgiveness. When he cried, "I've lost everything, please give me another chance," all I wanted to tell him was—

Fuck off. You're not worth it.

It was not until that fateful night that I witnessed my fiancé, Professor Edmund, embracing his "sister," Cordelia, in a passionate kiss, overhearing him declare that I was merely a "convenient arrangement," a façade to conceal their unspeakable forbidden attraction.

The engagement ring he had bestowed upon me was ill-fitted and mismatched in style—because it was never intended for me.

As for Cordelia—this seemingly innocent ward—her most closely guarded secret has finally come to light: fifteen years ago, she hastily pushed Edmund's biological sister, Violet, to her death, and subsequently usurped her identity, claiming a family and love that were never rightfully hers.

I am Isabella, the FBI's most distinguished undercover agent.
He is Vincent Salvatore, the most perilous crime lord in Chicago.

Mission: Infiltrate his ranks, gather evidence, and dismantle his empire.
Outcome: I became pregnant with his child.

An explosion stripped him of his memories,
and I fled with his seed.

But who could have anticipated—
that the amnesiac Vincent would fall maddeningly in love with the "stranger" that I am?

"Woman, your eyes drive me insane," he declared, gripping my waist, his gaze both perilous and passionate. "Come home with me."

Don Loves His "Male" Right-Hand
To survive, I disguised myself as a man and infiltrated the most dangerous mafia organization. Three years of bloody warfare, and I became cold-blooded boss Dante's deadliest weapon—never expected that in this deadly game, I'd accidentally conquer this devil's heart.

When my disguise was crumbling, I made the craziest choice—fake my death and vanish, completely escaping Dante's control.

Three years later, just when I thought I was finally free, fate dealt me the cruelest blow—

"I told you, if you ever dare show up in front of me again..." Dante breathed against my ear, "I'll fucking screw you to death."

I found myself trapped in his private castle with nowhere to run.

Every single day for these three years, he's been hunting down this damn liar like a madman.

This time, he won't let her get away.

I thought I had married the love of my life, until I discovered he planned to use my womb as a sacrifice for his mistress.

For five years, I gave Dax everything—my brilliance, my body, my soul. I believed we were building a future together, trying for the baby that would complete our Silicon Valley fairy tale.

Then I overheard the conspiracy that shattered my world: defective embryos implanted in my body, followed by a hysterectomy disguised as "medical complications." All to clear the path for Ada and their "perfect heir."

In that moment, I realized I had never been his wife—I was just a disposable vessel.

But they made one fatal mistake: they underestimated the fury of a betrayed woman with an MIT degree and nothing left to lose.

Love had made me blind, but betrayal made me brilliant.

It's raining. I can hear the droplets falling on the glass on the ceiling. But no smell of outside world. I don't even remember how it feels to be outside. Free and breathing in fresh air since he got me here. I clutched onto Ryan's little hands when I heard the beep of the door lock.
He is here .. His heavy footsteps echoed in the silent basement. I left Ryan sleeping in the room and stood in front of him. His eyes filled with lust bore into mine..


She was kidnapped, taken away from the world by a lonely crazy guy. She was his captive and had no reason to live other than her son. Will she escape or grow old or worse he kills her finding someone new??
Inspired from " Real events and news I saw in tv about a girl...

After a devastating car accident, Blair White lost her sight and everything she held dear, plunging her world into darkness.

On a snowy winter's night, with her gravely ill mother, she found herself thrown out onto the streets. In that moment of utter desperation, Harrison Ward extended his hand in apparent salvation.

She trusted him completely, marrying him without hesitation. For three years she lived within his web of lies, only to discover he hadn't led her to salvation or even purgatory - but straight into hell itself.

When Blair finally awakened to the truth and filed for divorce, Harrison merely smirked as he signed the papers, declaring with absolute certainty: "You'll come crawling back to me."

In Harrison's mind, Blair was nothing but a weak, blind woman - someone anyone could step on. Without him, she couldn't possibly survive.

He watched coldly as others tormented her, staying silent as she suffered, pushing her further and further toward the edge of despair.

One year later, at a high society gala, he stared at the stunning woman commanding everyone's attention. His eyes welled with tears as he desperately pulled her into his arms, his voice breaking with barely contained emotion: "Blair... you're alive?"

Blair gazed at the haggard, desperate man before her, her eyes filled with nothing but detachment: "Mr. Ward, please control yourself. My husband might get the wrong idea!"

The adaptation maintains the emotional core while adjusting the language and cultural context to feel natural in American English, keeping the themes of betrayal, redemption, and transformation that drive the narrative.