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My Fiancé Married His Mistress, So I Married His Rival Don
The night before my wedding, a red key card arrived at my door. Inside that room, my fiancé Vincent was in the middle of a private game with another woman. Around her neck was the collar I had designed myself, for our wedding night. Vincent offered no explanation. No apology. He simply told me, calmly: "Tomorrow's wedding is still yours." "But the legal marriage belongs to her." He believed that after ten years by his side, after everything I'd done to build his casino empire, I could never walk away. The next day, he left me standing in the chapel in my wedding dress and went to sign marriage papers with his mistress. Before he left, he smiled and said: "No man in Las Vegas would dare steal the Russo Don's woman." What he didn't know— a few hours earlier, I had already become the legal wife of Luca Moretti, his greatest enemy. What he didn't know was even bigger. I was never just the woman who helped him rise from nothing. I am the sole heir to the Caruso family. The casino empire he was so proud of? It was mine to give from the very beginning. Now, I'm taking it back.
Reborn, I Became His Regret
In her last life, Claire fought through a raging fever to find Adrian in a suite on the top deck of a cruise ship. Someone had drugged him. By morning, reporters were waiting outside the door. Adrian believed Claire had drugged him and paid the reporters to expose them. He was convinced she had used the scandal to force him into marriage. For three years, he ignored her and humiliated her. Then Vivian returned with his child. Claire soon discovered that she was pregnant too. Adrian ordered her to have an abortion. She died on the operating table. When Claire opened her eyes again, she was back on the cruise ship on that same night. This time, she did not enter Room 1908. She sent the room number to Vivian instead.
Stop Pleasing Him, Marry His Rival
After the car crash wiped my memory, I forgot the fiancé I'd been with for five years. He decided it was a stunt — that I was fighting for his attention. So he stood over my hospital bed with his new girlfriend on his arm and sneered, "Drop the act. You couldn't leave me if you tried." He was sure I'd come crawling back like always. What he didn't know was that my brain had already deleted every ounce of love I'd ever felt for him. So while he was still taunting me, I picked up my phone and called the one man he was actually afraid of. "Mr. Frost. Is our marriage proposal still on the table?"
Claimed by My Fiancé’s Alpha Brother
For six months, I sat beside my comatose fiancé’s bed while everyone praised me as the perfect future mate. They did not know that every time his older brother, Alpha Lucas, walked past me, my wolf woke with a hunger I could barely hide. Then I found a hidden folder in Lucas’s study. It was filled with videos of me. Before I could close it, the door locked behind me. “You weren’t supposed to see that yet,” Lucas said.
My Husband Left Me to Die for the Woman in My Wedding Dress
“Donovan—take me to the hospital. My water broke.” I was seven months pregnant, bleeding on the floor while his secretary stood beside him in my wedding dress. “She’s faking it,” Chloe said softly. Donovan looked at me with disgust. “Stop ruining Christmas.” Then he kicked my phone away and left me locked in the bathroom to die.
Possessed by My Twin Alpha Stepbrothers
“Don’t touch me…” The words spill out of me in a broken whisper. My fingers dig into the leather seat like I’m trying to shove away a weight that isn’t even there. “Don’t touch you?” A low voice chuckles right against my ear. “Then why the hell are you squirming like that? You like it. Admit it.” Strong hands pin my wrists above my head. “Quiet.” A second voice, deeper, colder, cuts through the dark. It feels too real. Two pairs of hands slide over the fabric of my dress, fingers slipping under the hem, dragging rough palms up the burning skin of my thighs. The material rasps against me and a shameful little sound catches in my throat before I can stop it. I force my eyes open inside the dream. The second those two faces lean in close, my heart nearly stops. Caden and Eric. My twin alpha stepbrothers.
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After the Godfather Killed His Heir, I Took Back the Empire
“You want a divorce?” my husband laughed. “Bring Anthony here and make him tell me.” Three days earlier, he had left our ten-year-old son alone in enemy territory to rush to his pregnant mistress. “Find a cab,” he’d told him. “If you can’t get to school alone, you’re not ready to inherit this family.” Now he was demanding that I bring Anthony to his gala. “I’m announcing him as my heir.” He still thought Anthony was sulking over a missed exam. I looked down at our son’s ashes, numb with grief and too exhausted to cry. “I’ll bring him,” I said.
Mafia
The Betrayed Goddess: From Banished Mistress to Olympus
I hid my identity as Aphrodite, goddess of love, to spend three years as a fisherman’s wife. Then I became pregnant—and he announced he was marrying a princess. “She’s a princess. What are you?” Adrian asked. “A fishing village woman?” That evening, he brought my favorite pastries. “Eat. The baby’s hungry too.” I took a bite. Then he told me the princess might be pregnant. “Her child has to be my firstborn.” Pain twisted through my belly. I looked down at the half-eaten pastry. “Adrian… what did you put in this?”
🔥FantasyReborn, I Became His Regret
In her last life, Claire fought through a raging fever to find Adrian in a suite on the top deck of a cruise ship. Someone had drugged him. By morning, reporters were waiting outside the door. Adrian believed Claire had drugged him and paid the reporters to expose them. He was convinced she had used the scandal to force him into marriage. For three years, he ignored her and humiliated her. Then Vivian returned with his child. Claire soon discovered that she was pregnant too. Adrian ordered her to have an abortion. She died on the operating table. When Claire opened her eyes again, she was back on the cruise ship on that same night. This time, she did not enter Room 1908. She sent the room number to Vivian instead.
RebirthStop Pleasing Him, Marry His Rival
After the car crash wiped my memory, I forgot the fiancé I'd been with for five years. He decided it was a stunt — that I was fighting for his attention. So he stood over my hospital bed with his new girlfriend on his arm and sneered, "Drop the act. You couldn't leave me if you tried." He was sure I'd come crawling back like always. What he didn't know was that my brain had already deleted every ounce of love I'd ever felt for him. So while he was still taunting me, I picked up my phone and called the one man he was actually afraid of. "Mr. Frost. Is our marriage proposal still on the table?"
CEO/Billionaire
Becoming My Best Friend's Alpha Father's Private Property
Outside, my best friend was sobbing, begging her powerful Alpha father to save my life. She had no idea that behind the locked door, the Pack Alpha she worshipped wasn't healing me. He was spreading my legs. "Your inner wolf is broken," he growled, his hot breath brushing my neck. "Only my Alpha essence can fix you." The doorknob rattled frantically as she cried my name. At that exact second, he thrust brutally deep inside me. Pleasure and sick shame tore a whimper from my throat, but his massive hand clamped over my mouth, swallowing the sound. Sinking his teeth into my scent gland, he dropped his voice into a dark, feral whisper: "Shh... take it all. You wouldn't want your best friend to find out what her daddy is doing to you right now, would you?"
Erotic/Steamy
While My Best Friend Slept, Taken by Her Boyfriend
On a business trip, the hotel only had one king bed left. Cora ends up sharing it with her best friend, Margot, and Margot's boyfriend, Reid. She's already asleep when something wakes her. She doesn't move or make a sound. She keeps her eyes shut and pretends she's still out. Reid knows she's awake. He waits until Margot is out cold, then tests her, then pushes further, inch by inch. She never says a word. By the time it's over, he's taken her completely, right next to her best friend. Cora fights it in her head, but her body doesn't listen. The guilt hits the second it's over, and she wants to disappear and never look back. But some nights don't let you walk away. Once they happen, they stay.
Erotic/Steamy
He Trained on Me for His Mafia Princess
Dante Marcelli taught me pain, obedience, and how to please him. For three years, he made me believe it was love. Then I heard him tell his right-hand man the truth. "Ava was practice. Isabella will get the finished man." So that was all I had been. A lesson. A test. A quiet woman he trained before he married a real mafia princess. I did not cry. I did not ask for an answer. I took off his bracelet, joined an emergency field team, and vanished from New York. Dante never knew Ava Lane was only a name I used to hide. My real name was Aviana Moretti. The lost heir of the Moretti family. The Ghost Surgeon. The woman the underworld called when a bullet had already reached the heart. When I returned to New York, I was no longer the Ava who waited for him. I was Aviana Moretti.
Mafia
The Perfect Husband's Deception
“It’s just a baby,” Tristan told the doctor. “We’ll tell Rose it was stillborn. Vivienne can raise it.” I stood outside the exam room, seven months pregnant, listening to my husband decide who deserved my child. Then he said, “If one of us has to hurt, it won’t be Vivienne.”
CEO/Billionaire
Marked by My Best Friend's Boyfriend
The three of us slept in the same bed. Sophie was my best friend. During this scorching summer getaway, she brought along her powerful, cold, and intimidating Alpha boyfriend, Victor, and the three of us moved into a remote forest cabin with only one working air conditioner. I was a half-wolf with blood so diluted I was almost indistinguishable from a human. I thought I could perfectly hide that shameful, forbidden pull I felt toward Victor. Until that sweltering night. While Sophie moaned in surrender beneath him, I lay with my back to them—only to be invaded by Victor’s fierce Alpha pheromones. In terror, I realized his predatory gaze was cutting straight through the darkness, locked onto the line of my spine. “Don’t make a sound. She’s awake.” In this isolated territory, by day I was Sophie’s thoughtful best friend. By night, I became the helpless prey in her boyfriend’s arms. When his deadly fangs pierced the back of my neck and his mark burned permanently into the depths of my soul, this three-person game of betrayal, desire, and pure fear finally spun completely out of control…
Erotic/Steamy
The Call He Never Answered
“We need a divorce.” Arthur laughed. “What about our daughter? Going to make her run off with Mommy?” “She’s dead, Arthur.” He checked her empty bedroom, then came back sneering. “You actually hid her to sell this lie? You’re so jealous of Vanessa you’d fake your own daughter’s death. You’re sick.” The door slammed behind him. I began packing her things, but the familiar scent of her blanket broke me all over again. Then the cemetery called. “Mrs. Hayes, hurry! Someone is digging up your daughter’s grave!” Shouting erupted on the other end.
Emotional Realism