The rules were simple:

1. Share his bed.

2. Don’t fall in love. Too bad rule

3 was ‘DON’T GET CAUGHT RECORDING HIS SECRETS.

They stole her child. They took her womb.

They thought she was just another disposable piece in their dynasty's game.

They were wrong.

"Your ethics professor? The one who failed you three times? He’s your ‘Mephistopheles.’

‘Sit down, Callie,’ he purrs, sliding cash across the bar.

You gape—*this* is the sugar daddy who paid you to meet?

He smirks, sharp as a scalpel. ‘Failed you ‘cause you’re *scared* of your own wants.’

‘This is wrong,’ you snarl.

‘Is it?’ He leans in, green eyes burning. ‘Or is it the first honest choice you’ve made all semester?’

SHE WAS AN ALPHA IN HEAT.

HE WAS AN OMEGA WHO SAID ‘NO.’

ONE NIGHT. ONE BITE.

ONE POSITIVE PREGNANCY TEST.

"Your ex-husband’s marrying your step-sister. And she sent you this: ‘Thank you for training him so well.’

Training him. Like he’s a dog you housebroke for her perfect little life.

A cheating groom.

A traitorous best friend.

And a ‘dead’ husband…

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"Your stepmom’s fiancé? The guy who had you begging for more at dawn.

‘Meet your future brother-in-law,’ Dad says. Griffin smiles—*cold*—like he didn’t mark you up last night. ‘Delilah,’ he purrs.

You tilt your chin, sharp as a blade. ‘Funny. This morning, you called me ‘mine.’’

"My new husband’s son? That’s *my* ex. And he knows about the baby I buried.

‘Mother,’ he purrs, leaning in like he owns the silk on my skin. ‘Fate’s got one hell of a punchline, huh, Liv?’

‘Get out,’ I snarl, but he’s already tracing the wedding ring he hates—*his father’s* ring.

‘You think I didn’t know? When Dad said he was marrying some Olivia Chen? I tracked you. Watched you. Waited.’

Sleep tight, Olivia. Daddy’s in Tokyo. And my stepson? He’s right outside my door."

"Your boyfriend’s tongue down your mom’s throat? Chef’s kiss.

‘Maya, it’s not what it looks like—’ Babe, that’s the only thing it looks like.

‘Sweetheart, let’s talk calmly—’ Calmly? I’m gonna burn this suburban hellscape to the ground!

He said he loved you. She said she’d protect you.

Turns out, their love language? Your living nightmare.

Hate Level: 100%.

Survival Chance: 0%.

Whitney’s Plan? F**K THE RULES.

When 5 psychos want her dead… she turns THEIR WAR into a BLOODBATH.

I was raised like an heiress.

Turns out—I was the fake.

They kicked me out with nothing.

So I sold fake handbags to survive.

Then he found me.

My ex-sister’s billionaire fiancé.

He said, ‘Be my fake fiancée. I’ll teach you how to actually be rich—so we can destroy them together.’

Now I wear diamonds they can’t afford…

and smile while he burns their empire down for me.

She was promised to my brother.

But when he died… she looked at me like I was her last chance to breathe.

He controlled her every move—even after death.

But me? I gave her choices.

Now the only vow she remembers…

is the one I never asked her to make.

# CEO's Secret Triplets: Daddy's Firewall

In the digital age, even billionaires have security breaches. When tech mogul Justin Sarratt receives a peculiar order for 100 luxury gold-flake ice creams from his own account, he never expects to find three five-year-old hackers with his eyes and smile—or their fiercely protective mother who vanished from his life years ago. As Joan Powers struggles to protect the brilliant children she's raised alone, Justin is determined to claim the family he never knew he wanted. But in this game of hearts and code, who's really hacking whom? When tiny fingers can breach the world's most secure systems and rewrite the rules of DNA, no firewall—not even a father's—stands a chance.

Two hundred pages.

No eye contact. No emotions. Just business.

That’s what I signed.

Until I found Clause 27:

One kiss before bed. No exceptions.’

Clause 64:

‘Must accept spontaneous chocolate deliveries.’

And Clause 100?

It just said: ‘You’ll understand when you’re mine.’

Now I’m reading between the lines— and he’s writing a love story in invisible ink.

I woke up in a mansion.

He said he was my husband.

I had no memory—

but the ring mark on my finger said he was telling the truth.

Photos. A marriage certificate.

Five years of life I don’t remember.

He says he’s trying to make me fall in love again.

But why was I filing for divorce before the crash?

And if it was all fake…

why does his touch still feel like home?

# Mafia's Maternity Test

**When revenge meets genetics, love becomes the most dangerous weapon of all.**

Five years ago, Jocelyn Armitage stole Alexander Marsh's DNA to create the ultimate revenge—a child who would infiltrate his criminal empire. Now her brilliant five-year-old daughter has blown her cover by disassembling a gun in the middle of a mafia gathering, setting off a chain reaction that forces bitter enemies to become reluctant allies. As bullets fly and explosions rock their world, these lethal parents discover that their daughter inherited the best—and most terrifying—traits of them both. In a world where family secrets are paid for in blood, their greatest weapon might be the tiny hands that bring them together.

"HE WAS SENT TO SPY ON HER. SHE'LL MAKE HIM BEG TO STAY."

"You know why you're really here," she whispers, lips brushing his ear. "To seduce me."

Evan Mitchell thought his assignment was simple: Monitor Richard Winters' rebellious daughter. Report back. Don't get attached.

But Alexandra Winters plays by her own rules—and the listening device under her desk proves this game is dirtier than he imagined.

"Stay late tonight," she commands, watching his blush spread. "Serve me properly."

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Built to obey. Programmed to destroy.

The contract bride they created... just turned on her makers.

One wanted her body.

One wanted her heart.

She took their empire instead.

"SHE PLANNED THE PERFECT KIDNAPPING. HE WAS THREE STEPS AHEAD."

"You should have used something stronger," Damien smirked as her sedative failed. Turns out the billionaire was the one who'd been stalking her.

Juno Reyes thought she was executing the perfect plan to save her brother. She didn't realize Damien Holt had already documented her entire life—right down to her brother's location.

Now the real game begins...

"Who's kidnapping who?" he whispers as she struggles against the restraints she meant for him

"SHE WAS SOLD FOR HALF A MILLION. HER REVENGE WILL COST HIM EVERYTHING."

"Take off your clothes," he ordered, fingers tracing the cards. "That's the game."

Valentina Emerson had been auctioned like cattle to the highest bidder—Damien Blackwood, a man with a coin that burned through contracts and eyes that saw too much.

But when he discovers the forbidden map inked on her skin, the real game begins...

"Tell me about your tattoo," he demands, pressing a blade to her throat.

"Or I'll peel it off myself."

"HE HIRED HER TO PROTECT HIM. HE NEVER EXPECTED HER TO UNCOVER HIS SECRETS."

"I don't need a woman playing bodyguard." The Duke's champagne splashed across her uniform—a petty power play. But Lillian Reed isn't just any bodyguard.

She's trained. She's lethal. And she just found the one thing he never wanted her to see.

A locked box. A matching birthmark. A past that shouldn't exist.

"Protect me?" he sneers. "From what—the truth?"

He married her as a stand-in. She ran—with his cloned child and the nuclear codes. Five years later, his empire’s in flames... and the hacker behind it?

Calls her Mom.

"The Crown is Heavy. The Poison is Ready."

"You think this is a fairytale? No. This is revenge."

At nineteen, Adelaide von Habsburg kneels for her coronation—holy oil laced with nightshade dripping down her brow. The bishop anoints her. The crowd cheers. No one notices the poison.

"You taught me kindness is the deadliest blade," she whispers to her gasping regent, pressing the antidote into his palm. "Now kneel—or die."

But the throne is never secure. A rebel lover glares from the shadows. A rival claimant rises with her father’s eyes. And the church? They’re hiding something.

"Long Live the Queen… If She Survives Her Reign."

"He used to tell me she was like a leech—clingy, shameless, impossible to shake off.

But now, he’s the one glued to that leech like a beast in heat, insatiable and wild."

On the projection screen, my husband’s upper body was bare, muscles tense with lust.

The woman had her legs wrapped around his waist, fingers tangled in his hair.

Over and over, she cried out,

“Do you love me? Say you love me!”

He let out a cold laugh and sank his teeth into her neck, ruthless.

“Listen closely—I don’t love you.

I only love my wife. You’re just a tool.”

I sighed and turned to my daughter.

“Are you sure you want to leave with Mommy? Once we go, you’ll never see Daddy again...”

She nodded.

I began wondering what kind of “accident” would look the most convincing.

That’s when my daughter said calmly:

“What about a gas explosion?”

I signed the contract to be her. Her smile, her voice, her life.

But no one told me the price—was my own soul.

This isn't grief. It's control. And he won’t let me leave until I’m perfect.

They say I killed my husband.

But what if I’m not... me? What if my memories are fake?

My face, stolen? If I can't trust my mind... who can I be?

I studied diamonds.

I never thought I’d wear one made of blood.

Now I’m a pawn between two brothers—one wants revenge, the other wants control.

And both want me.

I woke up in silk sheets, married to a billionaire… with no memory of who I am.

He says I tried to kill him. I think I might try again.

The first time I died, I didn’t see it coming. This time, I wake up at the top of the stairs—right before he pushes me. I smile. He doesn’t know I remember everything. And I’m not dying again.

He thought I was a victim. He’s about to meet my vengeance.

"She married a brother… but wasn’t born a sister."

Thornfield Manor holds more than secrets—it guards a bloodline twisted by fire, fraud, and a love that defies death. "Twenty years ago, we buried you," his voice hisses. "I’m not who you think I am," she whispers. Seven brothers. One locked attic. A music box that plays for the dead. When the portrait is uncovered, the real horror emerges: she’s the heir they killed to hide. "Some family bonds are written in blood… others in lies." Can you survive the truth?