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He grabbed me by the waist, pushing me against the cold walls. His hard body and weight pressed against me with eyes as black as darkness itself. “Being hot-headed will only put you in danger Elena,” His intoxicating minty breath filled my nostrils and I fought the urge to break down in his arms.

I let the hate and rage burn my entire body. “So what do you expect me to do? Sit pretty and wait till they come for me and successfully kill me like they did with my parents?” I screamed, unable to stop the tears that rushed down my eyes.

His strong hold against my body loosened, but his eyes remained a dark Abyss and I wished I could see a flicker of emotion in his eyes, even if it was for a second.

“Elena,” Just the call of my name from his lips sent my heart racing, but I had to force myself to remember he was a devil and I'll only get hurt. “You are drunk,” He finally said, releasing me and walking to the table. “What you need is some warm tea to sober you up,”

“No, I don't want tea, Dimitri. What I need is to find my poor sisters and get the bastards responsible for the deaths of my parents. And then, I'll end their miserable lives,” I bit out with muffled rage.

Dimitri paused, as he shifted yet another cold gaze to me. “Well unfortunately, we are all out of bitter revenge tonight, so it's either tea or nothing, sweet Elena,”


Elena Connor wakes up from a coma with no memories of the last two years of her life. Someone wants her dead for a secret she can't remember, and this someone may be responsible for the deaths of her family.

Galvin lost his memory in a car accident, and through the lies of those around him, he grew to deeply hate Ellie – the girl he had once risked his life to love and protect.

Believing the lies of others, Galvin constantly tortured and humiliated Ellie, gradually eroding the love she had for him.

He made her sleep in a dog bed, forced her to strip in front of a crowd of men, and ordered her to kneel and serve his step-sister – the one who took him away from her…

It wasn’t until Ellie truly stopped loving him and decided to jump into the sea to end her painful life that Galvin regained his memory. And then, in the grand and magnificent capital, everyone saw a madman searching for his deceased wife….

They took everything from her and thought she'd bow down. But in a marriage of convenience with a mysterious librarian/Billionaire, Ava is about to reclaim her life, one shocking revelation at a time.
A forced marriage to a man she barely knows is the last thing Ava Patel wanted. But when her family leaves her no choice, she finds herself tied to Liam—a man whose gentle care makes her feel things she never expected.
As his kindness and affection pull her in, Ava discovers that her husband is living under a false identity, concealing secrets that could shatter everything she believes.
Why would a billionaire hide his true self? And what secrets from the past threaten to tear them apart just as Ava starts to fall?

I awoke in the middle of the night to find my husband of over ten years, Rupert Getty, comforting my stepsister in his arms.

I thought he was simply showing compassion for her unhappy marriage, until I discovered that Rupert—drugged as he was—would rather pleasure himself with my stepsister's undergarments than touch me!

Heartbroken, I chose divorce, deciding to let this shameless couple have each other.

But Rupert refused to let go.

He wanted to pursue his affair with my stepsister while keeping me as his wife. I absolutely wouldn't stand for it!

I pretended to be understanding, coaxing him into agreeing to the divorce.

The day our paperwork was finalized, I tore our wedding photo in half and declared, "Rupert, take yourself and your stepsister and get out of my house!"

Ignoring the devastation in his eyes, I transformed into a sought-after new designer. Just as everyone was applauding my award win,

Rupert dropped to one knee, his eyes red with emotion as he begged, "Harper, I've made a terrible mistake. Please come back to me."

I stepped backward, only to be pulled into my first love Alaric's protective embrace.

This man—untouchable in others' eyes—displayed unmistakable jealousy as he announced, "Sorry, she's getting married... to me."

Ophelia Taylor's marriage collapsed completely after she caught her husband Benjamin White cheating, and the illusion of happiness shattered into pieces.

In her lowest moment, her husband's younger brother, William White, stepped into her life. Gentle and steady, he silently guarded the vulnerable her, unknowingly falling for her. Ophelia, too, rediscovered warmth in his company, succumbing to a forbidden stir of the heart.

Caught between a husband who betrayed her and a brother-in-law she shouldn't love, Ophelia stands at a crossroads of emotion. This struggle, tangled with lies and love, has only just begun.

Blurb

When Sarah David discovers her sister is marrying the only man she’s ever loved, her ex-boyfriend turned Hollywood star, Aaron Bourne, her world shatters. A reckless night of passion with Aaron leaves Sarah carrying the one secret that could destroy her family: his child. Forced to hide behind her loyal best friend, she watches Aaron marry Zara, even as his obsession with her grows. But when the truth threatens to explode, Sarah must face betrayal, blackmail, and a forbidden love she can’t resist. Torn between guilt and desire, can she protect her baby… and her heart?

Zara Alaric had always lived in the shadow of her stepsister, Selene was pampered, adored, and destined for a life of luxury. But when Selene disappears on the eve of her wedding, leaving only a letter behind, Zara is thrust into a world she never asked for: forced to marry Adrian Voss, a ruthless billionaire CEO with a heart as cold as his empire.
At first, Adrian despises her, and surviving his cruel rules, verbal lashings, and the hostility of his family seems impossible. Yet, as Zara proves her intelligence, courage, and resilience, sparks of tension ignite into an undeniable chemistry. Just when their love begins to blossom, Selene returns, scheming to reclaim her place, while Margot the stepmother who orchestrated their lives manipulates events to test their bond.
Threatened by blackmail, betrayal, and life-or-death stakes, Zara and Adrian must navigate deception, power, and passion. Can love truly bloom amidst lies, danger, and ambition or will the past destroy everything they’ve fought to build?

I was 18 when my father arranged a marriage with a young multibillionaire man to make peace between our families, I didn't want this.

Isaac Miller is a multimillionaire, he owns thousands of companies across the world and I'm just Claudia Richardson; 18 years old, kind, innocent and caring.

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This is it, the moment everyone's been waiting for. Everyone but me.

"Do you Isaac Stone Miller, take Claudia Rose Richardson to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold in sickness and in health. To love and to care?" The priest asks.

"I do," he responds.

"Now, do you Claudia Rose Richardson take Isaac Stone Miller to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold in sickness and in health. To love and to care?"

So many thoughts are swarming around in my head, I want to shout NO! But I can't, I look out at the crowd. Everyone is looking at me, mother is smiling, father is leaning forward in his seat.

The ones you love the most hurt you the most. I will always question why I made this choice, why I said yes, it was my fathers fault. But my own heart stopped as I softly said to the man that I don't and will never love; "Yes."

Divorcing my striper husband is a love story that unfolds the two birds who have been enjoying their lives until Ava gets hired at her former college colleague who owns the company and this made Herman jealous and they kept on having fights from time to time.
Ava one day saw Herman entering a restaurant while holding a waist of one girl and she started suspecting that her husband was cheating on her…her boss Liam knew some secret about Herman but he didn't disclose it to her but rather advised her to pay attention to her husband’s words and actions if she wanted to find out the truth.
Ava turned into a stalker and one day followed him up to a nightclub but she couldn't believe her eyes because her husband was striping with many girls around him…Ava filed for a divorce because she couldn't stay in marriage with such a man and surprisingly everyone around her knew about it except her…Will Ava's boss Liam take his shot with Ava after divorcing Herman?? Will Herman change his character and get a decent job in order to win Ava back?? Well all that will be unleashed in this beautiful journey of Divorcing my striper husband.

"My wife is right outside the door, so why are you soaking wet?" He bit her lips, his rough fingers wildly rubbing the sensitive area beneath her, generating intense heat.
"Isn't this exciting? Come to the peak with me, with her voice in your ears!" And she was completely under his control, moaning and crying as she reached the height of her desire.
His scorching semen filled her body, while outside the door, his nominal wife, her step-sister, was still calling his name, completely oblivious.


Five years ago, after spending a thrilling night with her fiancé on a yacht, Linnea was slandered by her stepmother's family as a promiscuous woman who had an affair with a repairman. Her fiancé didn't recognize her.
Five years later, Linnea confirmed the affair rumors.
But the man she's having an affair with, Caius, is her former fiancé and also her stepsister's husband!
Linnea's revenge plan is to take back the husband stolen by her stepsister and reclaim what rightfully belongs to her and her mother.
But after their first time together, Caius revealed his true nature,a tyrannical man suffering from mania who easily shoots people and even threatens her life with a gun!
Linnea swore from that moment she would never fall in love with this perverted maniac!
Yet Caius is interested in her. He gives her more than he gives his wife and seduces her into falling for him.
Linnea resists with all her might, but soon after, she discovers she's pregnant.
Can she really escape from this dangerous man Caius after completing her revenge, as she originally planned?

"Is this your way of seducing me?" Clifton looked at the woman before him, wearing only a thin nightgown, her perfect curves exposed to his eyes.
"I admit, I'm attracted to you." Clifton suddenly lowered his head, his thin lips biting down on my collarbone, his fingers trailing down from my full chest, slipping between my thighs.
I was pinned down on the bed by Miranda, feeling the pleasure he brought to my body.
"Be good and let me in." Clifton thrust into me forcefully.
After suffering betrayal from her ex-husband and cousin, Miranda married the disfigured and disabled Clifton as his contract wife to cover her company's losses.
But an accident led Miranda to discover that Clifton was neither disfigured nor disabled—he was actually the underground king who controlled the entire city.
Miranda became afraid and prepared to leave this terrifying man, but Clifton kept dragging her back: "The contract is void. I want not only your body, but also your heart."
This time, will she truly fall in love with this dangerous man?

Gideon Henry. Billionaire. Powerful. Drop-dead gorgeous.
He's one of the most prominent business tycoons in the country. But for me, he's nothing but a devil.
He's done terrible things to me. He forced me to marry him. He made my life a living hell. He's the reason I lost the two most important people in my life—the man I love and our baby.
But when Gideon got into an accident and lost all of his memories, I didn't expect that he would turn into a different person. He's become kind, caring… and a loving husband to me.
And I woke up one day… realizing that I'm already falling in love with him…

Olivia thought that she was getting it all from her husband Kelvin Ashford.

To the world, he was the perfect definition of a good husband, always loving and doting on his wife. His actions even earned him the nickname "Wife-Slave"

Until..

Olivia found out about his affairs with her best friend and served him the cold divorce papers.

Guess who's chasing after her now..

One couple, a pending divorce, and a baby who needs a family...No matter how hard Kate Malone strives to be perfect, everyone she's ever loved leaves. She foolishly believed "I do" meant "forever." Now, her wedding ring is in a jewelry box, and she's alone once again. But when Kate and her soon-to-be ex-husband become the sole guardians of an infant, divorce is not an option with a new baby counting on them.Jared Reed loves Kate more than anything—even if he did push her too far. Now he's determined to keep his promises to his best friends and especially to his wife. A marriage of convenience sounds rather inconvenient, but Jared will do whatever it takes to get Kate back and provide their new little girl with parents who not only love her, but love each other, too.Parenting brings them closer, but their undeniable attraction makes Kate want to keep her distance. Jared, however, won't give up on having the family and marriage he wants. Can Jared prove to his wife that he's the husband she's always wanted before it's too late?

"Do not dare to act like my wife..."He grabbed her forearm and hushed dangerously into her ear.

Cold shiver ran through her veins as she closed her eyes to let the forming tears cascade down her eyes.

"But..I am your wife."she stuttered.

"Yeah a wife who took her sister's place to dig on my money, Rain Anderson."He jerked her with such force that she stumbled and fell on the sofa behind her.

She squeezed shut her eyes and let the remaining moisture release her eye sockets.

She had suffered his insults and abuses for long two years for a promise which she gave to her parents and sake of the holy vows she took with him but finally her last string of patience broke.

She couldn't let him play with her self respect.

She wiped her tear stricken face and stood up to match his level.It was the time when she must face him to save their marriage and give him a taste of his own medicine if she wanted to get her love and self respect back.

"Its Mrs. Rain Blackwood,Mr. Nicholas Blackwood now whose bitch of a sister and your fiancee ran away on the day of your marriage with her boyfriend and I had to take her place to save our families' reputation.So, better you keept it in your mind before judging my character. "She breathed out and left her husband, Nicholas Blackwood in complete shock.

He stood there like a stone statue as it was the first time she rose against his tortures.

Mosa (25 years) is married to Roni (35 years). According to Mosa, age has nothing to do with maturity. Roni, who is much older than Mosa, can't be independent, and can't take decisions without his mother's intervention. Roni always obeys her mother. What is the next story of Mosa?

Five years ago, Elena overheard the ambiguous whispers between her husband Arthur and his first love. In that split second, all her love for him crumbled to dust. She left the country with her pregnant belly, vowing never to have any connection with this man again.​
Five years later, Elena returns to her home country with her twins Liam and Luna—now a world-renowned top doctor. Unexpectedly, she finds herself entangled with Arthur once more. His eyes reddening with emotion, he grabs her abruptly and pleads, "Elena, I was truly wrong. This time, I will never let you get hurt again."

"If you truly want to leave now, Alisha, you must accept Lucien's rejection and sever the ties completely.” Calum said, his voice tinged with a mix of caution and concern, and a tear fell down my face.
Taking in a deep breath, the weight of my decision heavy upon my chest, in that moment, I summoned every ounce of courage within me and spoke the words that would forever change the course of my life.
"I reject you, Lucien," I said, my voice clear and resolute. "I reject you as my Alpha and as my mate."


When Luna Queen Alisha Stone catches her fated mate, Alpha Lucien Ragnarok cheating on her, on the eve of her birthday, she does the unthinkable.
Determined to reclaim her independence and protect her heart from further pain, she takes a bold step by rejecting him, severing their mate bond once and for all. With her voice unwavering and not changing her decision, Alisha refuses to be bound to a mate who betrays her trust and treats her so callously.
However rejecting Lucien is not enough and longing for the taste of vengeance, she yearns for his blood to quench the burning rage within her.
How would she accomplish this feat? Would she get her revenge successfully? Or would she get the love she truly deserves, if Lucien decides to change? Well, let’s find out in this gripping werewolf romance tale.

Author: didi.adeyemi Copyright belongs to: Ideaink Six Cats

Blurb
Celeste was married to a Mafia Don, by the name Xenois Kingston on a contract marriage, that would last 6 years.
The deal was that Celeste would give him children during that period and after the end of the 6 year contract, he would offer her $100,000,000,000, divorce her and keep the children as his.
Celeste, an orphan, abandoned by the orphanage she grew up in at the age of 18 had nothing to lose and agreed to the deal.
6 years later, Celeste is now 24 years and mother to triplets boys; Lake, Troy and Soren. The contract is coming to an end this month and rumors has it that Xenois true love Claudia Hale is returning back to the city after 6 years of absence.

Xenois handed her the divorce papers that morning only for him to get into a car accident on the way to the hospital and suffers from amnesia.

To Xenois, he's in love with his wife and kids and a very attentive father and husband and is surprised to find out that Celeste planned on divorcing him. He is determined to make his wife fall for him and be a better father to their children. Things seem like a fairytale for Celeste who is desperate to hold on to this illusion after she had fallen for her husband in their third year of their marriage and stayed with an unrequited love. She knows what she's doing is cruel but she wants to enjoy it while it lasts.

But Claudia Hale won't rest until she gets rid of the obstacle named Celeste and marries her heartthrob Xenois.

Will Xenois recover his memory and better yet, once he does, does Celeste still stand a chance at winning the heart of her husband or would she be accused of having a hand in his amnesia.

Betty would do anything for her family even if it was at the cost of her own happiness but then what happens, when she is to sleep with her sister's husband, to bear a son in her stead?

Her sister's husband had always been her crush and when she thought he finally reciprocated the forbidden feelings, he pulled the plug and crushed her heart.

Now she was back for revenge.

Kayla Brookes once believed in forever. She gave her heart to Adrian, the man she thought was her soulmate, and trusted her best friend like a sister. But everything came crashing down the day she walked in on their betrayal. In one brutal moment, her marriage ended, her heart shattered, and her world fell apart.

Left with nothing but her pain and a dream, Kayla vowed to rise again. She buried her tears and built herself from the ground up, turning every ounce of heartbreak into strength. Four years later, the woman who was once broken now sits on top of the world—CEO of the country’s most successful interior design company, admired, respected, and untouchable.

But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Adrian returns, filled with regret and desperation. He begs for forgiveness, pleads for another chance, and promises he’s not the same man who let her go. For the first time, Kayla sees sincerity in his eyes… but she also remembers the pain.

And then there’s Steven Wade—the cold, calculating heir to Europe’s most powerful family. Mysterious, charming, and impossible to read, Steven offers Kayla everything Adrian couldn’t: security, admiration, and a chance at a future untouched by the past. Yet beneath his polished mask lies secrets of his own.

Caught between a man who destroyed her and a man who might never let her in, Kayla faces a choice that could define her forever.

Will she listen to her heart—or protect herself from love’s cruel game?
Because in the end, even power, success, and revenge can’t silence the heart that still remembers what it means to love… and what it means to hurt.

When I was in excruciating pain from cancer, my husband gave the last box of painkillers to his pregnant mistress.

Marrying the man whom My sister was supposed to marry was not My plan but fortunately I ended up marrying the billionaire whom My sister left to pursue her modelling career.. And the most unexpected thing happened when he told me he loves me on our wedding night.. I don't know why he fell for a plain girl like me but all I know is that he loves me and I am lucky to have him. But is that all? What if she returns? Can a man be trusted? Why everything he says, feels like a lie?

Tara was married to a scheming husband who is a wolf. She is unaware of her husband's identity. He hates her for being an ordinary woman
On their second anniversary, he sold her to Gaston for a one-night stand. She had sex with Gaston thinking it was Chad. Something changed in her and started demanding sex from her husband because of the way Gaston handled her.
She got pregnant and her husband hated her more and threw abusive words at her and started showing off her girlfriend who is her mate.

Flora had to work three jobs to feed three people at the same time, her husband was a man without money, without work, lazy and worthless, but she always loved him. But in response to Flora's sincerity, Enzo – her ex-husband - treated her only as a servant and as a sexual slave. She couldn't stand the humiliation, so she decided to divorce. But after the divorce she discovered the true identity of her ex-husband, he is not a useless man but the CEO of a large multinational corporation. What's Going On? Why did her ex-husband hide her? He never spent a dollar on her or their little daughter. Does she regret choosing to divorce her ex-husband as in his warning?

Through a one-way mirror, I watched the passionate scene unfold between my fiancé and my best friend. I turned and impulsively married the stranger I bumped into in the hall.

At the wedding, I publicly replaced the groom, turning that scumbag into the laughingstock of the city.

It wasn't until he faced my new husband and stammered, "Uncle," that I realized... in this revenge plot, perhaps I wasn't the main character after all.

Before Lauren Jones's hand touched the bedroom door, she had heard the sound of people having sex in the room. A woman's deep moan was mixed with a man's low gasps that she couldn't be more familiar with.

Lauren frowned, held back her hand, and kicked the door open.

The two entangled bodies in the room made her feel nauseous, so she turned her head in disgust, covering her mouth and nose.

The lean and handsome man on the bed stopped, glanced coldly at the uninvited guest at the door, and slapped the woman under him on the plump buttocks, "Get out."

“I’ll give you anything, Elsa—money, a car, a house, jewelry—just agree to the transplant. Ria really needs it.” I couldn’t believe his audacity. Was this really my husband, trying to bargain my body to save his fiancée?
“Sorry, I’m pregnant. I can’t donate a kidney,” I said, my voice shaky but determined. Anger boiled inside me, but I knew he was powerful. The pretend marriage was over, and his true colors were revealed. Afraid of what he might do to me, I didn’t yell or fight him. I just wanted to escape this nightmare, to break free from this cage I was trapped in.
But his reaction was even more chilling. He looked at me with no emotion.
“We’ll have an abortion.” His words hit me like a bomb. I couldn’t believe how coldly he spoke about ending his own child’s life.

She had really been reborn.
Before turning eighteen, she was one of the most prominent merchant heiresses in New York, showered with love and affection by her parents.

Later, her father trusted the wrong people and incurred huge debts, leading to his imprisonment. After her mother learned that her father had committed suicide in prison, she hastily sent Aileen abroad, only to follow her father into the afterlife.

Her amber eyes struggled as she realized that if God was giving her another chance, she wouldn't live as timidly and meekly as in her previous life.


She gazed quietly at the black and white photo on the tombstone.
The man in the photo had thin lips and a pair of gloomy eyes under thick eyebrows, devoid of warmth. Geoffrey was born from humble origins, his parents had long passed away, and he was a silent and unsociable doctor during his lifetime.
Aileen felt guilty as she realized that this man, who was legally closest to her, she never truly understood him, nor did she ever invest any thoughts in him. But he silently gave her the whole world.

Reborned, she would try to understand him and change their future, and this loveless contract marriage. Then she learned that their encounter was earlier than she predicted.

Warning: include criminal content

Three years of a cold, indifferent marriage had nearly crushed Vanessa’s faith in love. Just when she thought her life had gone completely dark, an unexpected piece of news sparked a glimmer of hope—she was pregnant.

But fate had a cruel joke in store: she caught her husband in a passionate embrace with a trainee from his company, followed by the icy slap of divorce papers and the humiliation of being thrown out of her home. She had lost everything—her husband, her parents, even the life she had believed was secure.

Alone, and determined to protect the child in her womb, she fled her hometown—only to discover that she was the long-lost heiress to a business empire. Four years later, she returns, armed with wealth, power, and ruthless resolve. Everyone who ever hurt her will pay for their deeds.

This time, she will not be weak！

The table of hell has been set… Ex-husband, are you ready?

Married to Zane Blackwood, one of the richest billionaires in Europe, Amy has everything she could wish for, a devoted husband, a luxurious life, and an unbreakable love. But underneath the surface of their perfect marriage lies something far more dangerous.
Zane is not just powerful, he is ruthless, possessive, and strongly determined to keep Amy by his side. Yet when pieces of a past she can’t remember begin to surface, she starts having doubts. The passion between them is strong and evident, but so is the unsettling feeling that something isn’t right.
As secrets are revealed and the lines between love and control dissipate , Amy is faced with a difficult choice. Can she tame the ruthless billionaire CEO, or will she lose herself in the process.

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.

When the hospital called, I thought I was going to lose him.

The moment I burst into his room, Nathan was alive, but the way he looked at me, like I was a complete stranger.

"I'm sorry, you are...?"

My husband had forgotten everything. Three years of marriage, from the moment we met to falling in love, all erased.

But what's even more absurd? He stared at his bother Nolan and said, "Did I just... fall in love at first sight with a stranger?"

Listening to him frantically ask Nolan in the hospital room "Is this normal?", a crazy idea suddenly hit me—

Three years ago, Nathan "acquired" me in just three months. From his secretary to his wife, so fast it felt like closing a business deal. I loved him, but something was always missing... like a real courtship, real romance.

Now, he has amnesia.

What if I told him we were just in a contract marriage? That our contract was ending soon and we were about to separate?

Five years ago, I fell from a stage lift and shattered my ankle. Shattered my career as ABT's youngest principal dancer. To save my father's company, I married Sebastian Hunt—the Wolf of Wall Street.

I thought it was love.

For five years, I molded myself into the perfect trophy wife. He never came home on our anniversary. I stood alone at galas with champagne and hollow smiles. I couldn't even get into his phone contacts.

Until that night.

Manhattan's elite packed the room. Sebastian took the stage to thank "the most important woman in my life." My heart stopped—after five years, he was finally going to acknowledge me.

Then he called out a different name.

Vivian Chase. His college sweetheart. She walked up in deep purple. He smiled at her with warmth I'd never seen.

Everyone turned to stare at me. Whispers like knives.

That night, I asked for a divorce.

He wrote checks—five million, ten million, like money solved everything.

I only took a hundred thousand. "Payment for five years as your trophy wife. Twenty grand a year. Fair rate."

He signed. Took three seconds.

Same pause as when he said "I do" at our wedding.

Now I'm in an $1,800 Brooklyn apartment, working at a coffee shop. My ankle still screams. Everyone's waiting for me to fail.

But I met someone.

He said I'm not broken.

He said I'm just becoming.

This time, I'm standing up on my own...

I used to think emotional distance was the deadliest poison in a marriage—until I caught my husband using my phone at 5 a.m.
When my Wall Street elite husband started hitting the gym obsessively, changing his hairstyle, splurging on luxury skincare, yet showed complete indifference to my late-night returns… I was convinced his heart belonged to someone else.
But then he pinned me against the CNN makeup mirror, growling "You'll always be mine," with that wild look in his eyes—that's when the suffocating truth began to surface...
The storm that almost tore us apart came from a direction I never saw coming.

So after this weird plague, basically all the alphas disappeared. Only a few packs had alpha bloodlines left, so they formed an alliance. Whoever could produce an alpha pup in the younger generation becomes the next pack leader.

I'm Natalia from Moon Stone pack. My dad's the alpha, I've got alpha blood, but I can't shift. So everyone treats me like garbage. My mom died young, dad remarried this beta luna who had Stella, my half-sister who's just a beta but gets treated better than me.

In my past life, at the mating ceremony, Damon picked me. I thought I'd won. Turns out the bastard was actually an omega using black magic to fake being beta. When we mated, we had an omega pup instead of an alpha heir.

What does this piece of shit do? Blames ME. Says I faked my alpha bloodline. Then he kills me and my baby and dumps our bodies with the rogues.

But I'm back. It's the mating ceremony again, except this time Damon's going after Stella instead of me. Which makes me think, did that asshole get reborn too?

I married a stranger in Vegas. That was my first mistake.
My second? Thinking a hot cop who responds to "I love you" with a thumbs-up emoji could actually be husband material.
Detective Mike Sullivan doesn't do feelings, doesn't do long texts, and definitely doesn't do relationship drama. His idea of communication is "K" and "👍" – and I'm supposed to decode that like some kind of digital archaeologist.
But when Miami PD raids the strip club where I'm having "professional development" with my coworkers, and my own husband is the one arresting me in front of my entire office?
That's when I realize this accidental marriage might be more complicated than I thought.
Because apparently, being interrogated by your spouse in an actual police station isn't covered in any marriage handbook I've read.

I married a billionaire for a contract. Three years, five million dollars, zero feelings required.

He made me breakfast every morning but never said it was for me. He held me through my grandfather's death, then went back to calling me "Mrs. Sterling" like a stranger. For three years, I told myself this was fine. That I could leave when the contract expired.

Then his mother showed up with a check. His ex-girlfriend appeared at the charity gala. And he asked if I wanted to "extend our arrangement."

Arrangement. Not marriage. Not us. Arrangement.

I packed my bags that night.

What I didn't know? Alexander Sterling had been keeping secrets too.

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."

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 thought returning to wealth meant happiness. I was wrong—it was the entrance to hell.
My celebrity husband Ryan uses me as his personal punching bag every night, calling it "method acting." Meanwhile, my perfect sister Stella whispers in his ear: "Ruby did everything during her street years. You need to show her where she belongs."
When I called for help while holding my three-year-old Lily, crying, my family only said: "Tonight is Stella's Golden Globe night. Stop causing drama."
On that final night, as the rope tightened around my neck, I finally understood—
I should never have came home.
Three days after my death, they finally stepped into the mansion. Not to save me, but to confront me about my "disappearance."
Until Lily's trembling finger pointed at that sandbag...

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?

My marriage to sports management CEO Kieran Vale was supposed to be simple.
Two years. Two million dollars. Stay out of each other's way.
For eighteen months, we barely spoke. He was the ice-cold businessman, I was the broke boxing coach who needed the money.
Then something changed.
Suddenly, Kieran started caring about what I ate, where I went, how I felt. He hired nutritionists, canceled meetings to drive me to work, held my hand at charity galas like he actually meant it.
I thought maybe Celeste—his perfect ex—was coming back and he wanted to make her jealous.
I was wrong.
When I left for my dream coaching program in Australia, I expected to come home to divorce papers.
Instead, I came home to discover my contract husband had been telling the world I was dying.

Have you ever been yanked by your hair in the dead of night, at 3 a.m., forced to your knees on that freezing tile floor while your mother-in-law stands there clapping like it's some twisted game, barking, "Say it—say you're worthless trash!"? God, I have. I've felt the sickening thud of a baseball bat slamming into my swollen belly, the fragile kicks of my unborn baby fading to nothing... and then that final crack against my skull, as I lay there bleeding, watching them mop up the mess, already whispering about carving up my life insurance like vultures.

But then, my eyes snapped open, and I was back—back to that first night he struck me, my cheek throbbing hot from his slap. He pulled me close, tears streaming, choking out, "It'll never happen again, I swear."

This time, no tears from me. No more playing the victim. Instead, I slipped away in the shadows, hunting for Krav Maga moves online. Why the hell should my baby and I be the only ones trapped in this nightmare, rotting away while they walk free?

I died, only to find myself turned into a ghost, helplessly watching the world continue to spin without me.

What's even more devastating is that my own sister—the one who killed me—is now lying in my bed. She's had plastic surgery to look exactly like me, mimicking my voice and even my habits perfectly, attempting to completely take over my life.

And my husband Rafael—New York's most dangerous mafia boss—who has been cold as ice to me for three years, is now showing this imposter unprecedented tenderness. He's taking her hand, kissing her forehead, even agreeing to accompany her home to visit our parents.

Damn it! Why has he never treated the real me this way?

I was just trying to clean some teeth when I met the girl who wrecked my marriage.
Paisley-Rose Henderson. Eighteen, all blonde hair and fake lashes, working afternoons at Dairy Queen. She had that small-town princess attitude that made you want to crown her—or strangle her.
"I have this loose tooth," she said, settling into my dental chair like she owned it. "Coach Brock says he has the same problem. Probably from all the... biting." Her voice dripped with implication.
Coach Brock. My husband. Father of my son. The man who promised me forever in this gossip-soaked town.
Paisley kept going, inspecting her perfect nails. "He's so sweet to me," she said. "Says I deserve pretty things. Not like some older women who’ve given up on themselves."
That’s when I saw it—the Tiffany bracelet I’d been saving for, now on her wrist. Bought with money from our joint account.
My phone buzzed: “BTW, your silk robe fits me perfectly. Pink really is my color! 😘” Attached was a photo—her wearing my robe, sitting on my kitchen counter. The same spot where I made Brock coffee every morning.
Then: “Don’t worry about Tyler adjusting—I’ll be such an amazing stepmom!”
My hands shook. Not with fear. With rage.

"I'm dying... please save me..." The last words Avery spoke into the phone. The last words Felix chose to ignore. Six months later, when the insurance money calls, Felix Sutton will discover that some mistakes can never be forgiven—and some debts can only be paid with your life.

"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 am Scarlett King, heiress to a Texas oil empire and a woman who has died once before.

In my past life, I thought my marriage to cowboy Colt was nothing more than mutual respect and distant politeness. It wasn't until I was sorting through his belongings after his death that I discovered the truth—those yellowed photographs, handwritten love poems, a decade's worth of secret devotion...

"She is the brightest star in all of Texas, while I am merely a shadow lost in the dust..."

Ten years! He had loved me in silence for ten whole years, never daring to speak his heart!

Reborn to the moment we first met, I watch this young cowboy who can't even meet my eyes, and something wild ignites within my chest.

"This time, I won't let you slip away."

During riding lessons, I press against his muscled thigh, feeling his body's unmistakable response as I smile with satisfaction. "Your heart is racing so fast... is it because of me?"

"Don't look at me like that," his voice trembles. "I might lose control."

"Then lose control for me."