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Emily Powell is a proper young lady—her wildest act to date is sleeping with her fiance's best friend. At Ivory Hotel, the door to the presidential suite on the 72nd floor swings open. A large, veined hand suddenly pulls Emily inside."Em, when will you call off the engagement?" Ezra Newman whispers, lowering his head to kiss her earlobe. Though his tone is casual, he holds her tightly in his embrace. Leaning weakly against the one-way floor-to-ceiling window, Emily murmurs, "Ezra, just wait a little longer…"Ezra lifts her skirt, his movements urgent yet tender as he pours out his love."I can't wait any longer… I want you all to myself. To be with you every moment. Are you truly okay with me being your secret lover forever?"Tears well in her eyes, blurring her vision, yet Emily never once thinks of Ezra as just a secret lover. 
In public, she was the noble daughter of the Muller family and the enviable young mistress of the Carrell family. But behind the scenes, she was a poor maid who had to wear a mask all day long and struggled for her livelihood.Due to a conspiracy, she was forced to marry Ralph Carrell, son of the most powerful family in Northfield, in the name of Rayna Muller.After the wedding, Ralph doted on her.When Rayna showed up and claimed the place, she shed all her glory and left. She thought she would never see Ralph again, but Ralph took her into his arms and said, "Mrs. Carrell, you are not running away from me." 
As Liam White’s fiancée, I spent years putting him first—his needs, his dreams, his happiness. I stood by him through every storm, silenced my doubts, and convinced myself that love meant sacrifice.But when the gun was raised and the world narrowed to one split-second decision, he didn’t choose me.he, without hesitation, shielded his first love—Sophia.And in that moment, I realized: no matter how much I gave, no matter how deeply I loved, I was never going to be his first choice. 
In the third year after my death, my husband finally remembers me.The reason? His childhood sweetheart's leukemia has relapsed, and she needs another stem cell transplant.He goes to the house where I used to live, wanting me to sign a donation consent form. However, he finds it has long been empty.He asks the neighbors what happened.One of them says, "You mean Calla? She's been dead for years! I heard she was sick herself when someone dragged her off to donate bone marrow. She came back and died within days."He refuses to believe it, convinced the neighbors are in on some scheme with me to deceive him.Annoyed, he snaps at them, "If you see her, tell her this—if she doesn't show up in three days, I'm not paying a single cent more for that little bastard she raised."The neighbor, seeing there's no getting through to him, shakes their head and walks away, muttering, "That poor child starved to death long ago, though..." 
He was the strictest Dom, loves to control women and she was a free bird, didn't like to be controlled by anybody. He was into the BDSM and she hates it. He was finding a challenging submissive for himself and she was a perfect match for him but she wasn't ready to accept his offer because she lived her life without any rules and regulations. She wanted to fly high like a free bird without any limitations. He has a burning desire to control her because she was his perfect choice but she was a hard nut to crack. He was crazy to make her his submissive and control her mind, soul and body. What will be the spark between them? Will it end with Dom dropping the whip or the bird getting into the cage?To know these answers join the cute and intense journey of the hot and strictest Master and his cute little butterfly.***"I flared up by looking at the person like you." "What do you mean by this?" "I mean you're a Dominant who controls people life and I hate it." "You don't know anything, butterfly. At least experience it, then hate it." "It will be better if I throw you out of the cafe by kicking your ass." His eyes widened a bit in shock. "This will also be a new experience for me." I grinned. "Butterfly, you will regret if you ever do this to me or even say this to me again." His tone became stern suddenly."Oh, I'm so scared." I scoffed. "Fuck you and get the hell out of my cafe if you don't want me to kick your ass."He frowned and dragged me to the backside of the cafe by seizing my wrist.Then he pushed me into the party hall and hurriedly locked the door. "What the fuck do you think of yourself? You," "Shut up." He roared, cutting my words.He again grasped my wrist and dragged me to the sofa. He sat down and with a swift motion, he yanked me down and bent me over his lap. He pinned me against the sofa by pressing his hand on my back and locked my legs between his legs.What he is doing? Fear rushed down my spine. 
On the brink of a life that seemed too dull to excite her, amidst the chaos of the insurgency that threatened not just her happiness, but the little she had as a world; Maryam Bukar Ibrahim seemed to battle more wars than her 16 years old and autistic brain could handle.
It became too much to bear, too much grief for her heart to take and a commitment her innocent yet frail body could endure. As if that wasn’t enough, destiny found a way of getting her married to a soldier, at the brink of her father’s death and the last words he pronounced were of her becoming Mrs. Na’im Bolori.
For Captain Na’im Bolori, marriage was the last thing he thought for his life. He was the prince of the Kingdom of Maiduguri and suffering from an unmentioned illness broke more of his engagements than he cared to count. Being a soldier was his lifetime dream, yet rescuing a dying father only to get him married to his weird and two colored eyes daughter was something he had never imagined.
He took her home not because he wanted, not because he was ever going to accept the so called marriage, between, she was only 16 years old! But destiny decided to play with his heart and test how capable he was of controlling himself and protecting the ones he loved. As said, When A Soldier Loves...He Kills To Protect. 
Baxter Johnstone's first love, Tabitha Tanner, is currently holding an art exhibition.The exhibition is titled "Sex", featuring a total of 99 oil paintings. Each one stars Vanessa Shaw, captured in various intimate positions, as the subject.That day, the three of them shoot to the top of Jorvania's trending searches.In a fit of rage, Vanessa destroys the entire exhibit. Tabitha storms off, upset that her exhibit is ruined.To appease Tabitha, Baxter forces Vanessa to apologize. But she refuses, and the two reach a stalemate.To break it, he sends someone to retrieve the surveillance footage of the exhibition and deliver it to the nursing home. He hopes Sonya Rowe, Vanessa's stroke-paralyzed mother, will weigh in. At the same time, perhaps she will also enjoy the sight of a wall full of shattered erotic paintings.The drive from the art gallery to the nursing home takes only 30 minutes. The GPS on the phone shows the car is just ten minutes away from reaching its destination.Time ticks away, second by second.Vanessa dug her nails deep into her palm. Panic floods her as she holds back tears and demands, "Baxter, are you trying to kill my mom? You know damn well how she is and can't handle such a scene!" 
Three years ago, billionaire Theodore Chambers handed Victoria Ellis divorce papers with cold eyes and colder words—all for the sake of his first love, Isabella Waters.Victoria didn't cry. She didn't beg.She simply signed her name, walked out of that golden cage, and disappeared from the world of the rich.What the world didn't expect…Was for the discarded ex-wife to rise from the ashes—not as a socialite, but as the world's most sought-after reconstructive mortician. Behind every high-profile crime scene and closed casket, she was the one restoring dignity to the dead—and building a name powerful enough to shake law enforcement and the elite alike.Now, at a funeral of all places, their paths cross again.She stands beside another man, radiant, untouchable.He watches in disbelief—his ex-wife, no longer his."You handle corpses every day. Aren't you afraid of bad luck?" he growls, grabbing her wrist.She smiles coldly."In my heart, the grass over your grave has already grown two meters tall."But fate has one final card to play.When Victoria finds Theodore lying in a pool of blood, clutching an old photo of her, everything unravels.Was it too late after all?Or is love just another body she's not willing to reconstruct? 
My Mate, to repay his Beta for saving his life, secretly gave away our newborn child to him while I was at my weakest, just after childbirth.He cruelly deceived me, telling me the child hadn’t survived.It wasn’t until I accidentally discovered my child was alive and confronted my Mate in fury that he coldly stated, "This is what I owe him."I wanted my child back, but my Mate, wielding his Alpha authority and the pack's resources, shattered my hopes time and again.Finally, worn down by endless despair and heartbreak, my life force drained away. I left this world before I even turned forty.Fate granted me a second chance.When I awoke to the sharp pains of labor, realizing I had been reborn on the very day of my delivery, one icy thought flashed through my mind:Since you were so eager to give away your own flesh and blood, this time, you can taste the bitterness of being childless yourself. 
The entire school thinks that Laura Lane and Shayne Jameson are a match made in heaven.
Shayne is the most handsome guy who's worshipped by all. Blessed with a tall physique, long legs, and an insanely handsome face, he's often spotted wearing a black windbreaker that makes him look cold and distant. His cool yet arrogant appearance often attracts countless girls to proclaim their love for him.
But the thing is, Shayne only has eyes for Laura. They are childhood sweethearts who have grown up together, after all.
When they were celebrating their first birthday, they huddled together happily.
When they were seven years old, their families decided to betroth them to each other.
At the age of 14, Shayne had written Laura a love letter. Once he turned 16, he confessed to her right away.
When they turned 18, they promised each other they'd get into the same college.
But in their senior year, a new transfer student named Melinda Sherman joins their class. When the homeroom teacher is organizing the one-on-one study plan, she specifically assigns Melinda as Shayne's partner.
She reiterates, "If you refuse to help Melinda out, you can forget about dating Laura at school from now on." 
Mo Xuetong has lost everything. Her mother, her child, even her servants, have been killed. Betrayed, disfigured, and alone, she dies trying to destroy the people who deceived her……and wakes up as a child again. Given a second chance, she vows to make things different. This time she will not be a naïve child. This time she is beautiful, cold, and willing to do whatever it takes to get revenge.But her plans are disrupted when she uncovers a thirty year old conspiracy that changes everything. Will she still be able to change her fate? And even if she does, will her new fate be any better, or will her hunger for revenge destroy her? 
It had been Betty White's wish to marry an ordinary man. Somehow, she became the mate of a Alpha? He promised to love her forever, dote on her, and cherish her. She believed this should be what happiness looked like until one day he threw a pad of papers at her. "Betty, we should get divorced." She fell from Heaven, her heart breaking into pieces. Five years later, she came back and met him again. No longer alone, she was accompanied by a cute kid. The child looked at the man, blinked his eyes, and asked, "Mommy, this man looks just like me. Is he your baby too?" 
After Martina Martinez and Benjamin Walker's breakup, paparazzi captured photos of the business tycoon entering the Walker family mansion with a mysterious woman late at night.This caused a stir, and this wealthy family was bombarded by various media outlets.During a phone interview, the gossip reporter asked, "Miss Martinez, how do you feel now that Mr. Walker has a new girlfriend?"Martina held her painful forehead and looked towards Benjamin, who was adjusting his suit by the floor-to-ceiling window. He gestured for her to come over and help him with his tie.Holding her phone, Martina responded, "It's... complicated!"The reporter's heart leaped with joy and asked, "Is it heartbroken?!"Martina was about to nod, but Benjamin raised his eyebrows and took her phone away.His deep and alluring voice was heard on the other end of the line, "New girlfriend? Whose?" 
Everyone knows that Andrew Stone, the richest man in the world, is an extreme workaholic. Having been married to him for five years now, Emily Jamison has been neglected by him time and again in the name of his work.The first time occurred on her birthday. She had planned the whole thing meticulously, right down to making a restaurant reservation, only for him to fly abroad for a last-minute business acquisition, not the least bit concerned that she ended up waiting for him from dawn to dusk.Her car accident was the second time. With her life hanging by a thread, she needed a family member to sign the hospital consent forms. She mustered every ounce of strength she could to text him, but he simply shot her back a curt reply."I'm in an important business meeting. Handle it yourself."The third time Andrew brushed Emily off was when her father was on his deathbed. He wanted to see Andrew one last time, but he was so preoccupied with the signing ceremony for a multi-billion-dollar project that he didn't make it.As she clutched her father's hand, its warmth slowly sapping away, she listened as the call kept ringing, and her heart turned cold.After everything, she finally understands that to Andrew, nothing—and no one—matters more than his business empire. 
DARK ROMANCE "Sir, I am in a dire need of loan. Its very important, my friends life is at stake. I assure you I'll try my best to return the loan asap." She breathlessly said it all. Her eyes were filled with hope and expectations. He was her last hope.
"Miss Sheharzaad," Shehryaar said, while standing up from his chair causing her to instantly stand up.
"Yes sir" she replied, her voice troublesome yet confident.
He walked towards the other side of the table and sat on the chair parallel to her.
"Keep sitting, please." He said, like a gentleman and she sat down. She tightly held her hands together. A life could be saved by his single yes.
"Sir please," she pleaded.
"I agree. You can have the loan, but I have a condition."
"I agree to your every condition sir" she replied with a little smile of victory on her face.
"Think before you speak, Miss Sheharzaad."
"I trust you."
"I want a one night stand with you." He dropped the bomb.
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"Every women is nothing but a , a and you're also one of them." He said making her wriggling double against the ropes, which tied her.
"You're wrong." She replied with a sheer determination in her eyes.
He harshly gripped held her chin and bobbed her head up towards him.
"Oh, I'll prove it to you then." He spoke with an immense intensity and a promise in his eyes.
"You'll now serve me as my personal escort, Sheharzaad." He declared and threaded his fingers into her silky locks, pasting his lips on hers, her brutally.
He didn't trust womankind and she was a strong woman.
He wanted shatter and break her into pieces so he could satisfy himself. 
As he gently tucked her damp hair behind her ear, his hand lingered on her neck, warm and inviting. She leaned back into his touch with a contented sigh."You've been thinking about this, haven't you?" she teased, feeling the undeniable proof against her.He chuckled, his breath hot on her ear. "You have no idea."His fingers brushed lightly over the fabric of her blue bathrobe, eliciting a sharp inhale from her. "Zeidan...""What is it?" His voice was a low rumble, rich with desire.She bit her lip, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Do you always get what you want?""Only when it's you," he murmured, his hand pausing at the rise of her chest.A soft moan escaped her as his touch sent a jolt through her. "Mmh... don't stop."He scooped her into his arms with a grin. "As you wish."On the bed now, she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with invitation. "Well? Are you just going to stand there?"In response, Zeidan shed his shirt, the black fabric falling away. "Patience," he said, his voice teasing, "isn't always a virtue." 
Late at night, I didn't wear any underwear on purpose. I hoped I could get closer to my agent, whom I had a crush on.However, he uses all his strength to shove me aside. From then on, the disdainful look in his eyes screamed that I should have a sense of propriety and shame.Everyone knows I've loved him for ten years. During that time, I used all sorts of tricks at my disposal, yet I failed to elicit even a hint of desire from him.I simply assumed he was emotionally detached by nature, that was, until the day I stumbled upon him masturbating to the picture of my adopted sister.It is then that I realize that he isn't free of desire; it is just that the person he desires isn't me.In that moment, I finally give up on him. The next day, I sought out my older brother."I've decided to retire from the industry. I'll give up the international film role and leave the country as per your arrangement." 
On the way to escape, a stranger took away her virginity. She didn’t expect that the stranger was Jasper Milton, who was rich and powerful, as well as ruthless and cold. It was said that he didn’t love woman. However, it was not true. She was suffering from a sore back after having sex with him every day, and finally she couldn’t stand it, “You don’t need to be responsible for me anymore, and you are free now.” He sat by her bed, pulled her into his arms, and said gently: “Stella, are you mistaken, shouldn’t it be you who is responsible? " Stella Grace:”…" 
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