
Mistaken Identity
Alliyah decided to have an affair with an older man. The affair led to Alliyah getting pregnant. After couple months of taking care of the child, she realized that motherhood wasn't for her, her career as a model was more important. She abandons her baby at Alexander's office. Alexander is that older man's legitimate child. Later Kalliyah is mistaken for her sister, Alliyah and is forced to take care of Alliyah's child. She has to live with Alexander. Will the two fall in love? Or will Alexander still believe that Kalliyah is truly Alliyah, the mother of the child?

Her Fate
Richard was shocked at the sight before him. He couldn't believe that he was seeing two Tracys. "I leave you for seven months with my husband and this is what you do? you ungrateful whore!" Emma was already in tears. "I tried calling. I had no idea what to do as I couldn't reach you." "Just shut up, you liar! you actually expect me to believe that bullsh*t."

The Ex
"I want to shower with you." "Really?" "Yes. But don't do anything silly okay? I wouldn't want us arriving late to work like the last time." Scott laughed at how Laura was acting. "Okay, I promise I won't cause any mischief." "Good, let's go shower. You know we're expecting some investors today."

Social Experiment: Love and Revenge
Lauren Collins is a responsible and shy girl, has excellent grades, and is dating Thomas Clark, a popular football player at Littleton High School. Nathan Rhodes is a tough and arrogant boy. There are too many rumors to count about the times he's been in jail or come close to it. But behind the bad boy facade, he is a mysterious, observant guy with a few too many unrevealed secrets for Lauren's taste. When Lauren finds out her boyfriend has been using her for sex, she decides it's time to quit playing nice. With the help of her best friend, Lauren decides to create a social experiment that makes her become popular and outspoken, she goes from being invisible to being the center of attention overnight. She even seems to capture the attention of Nathan Rhodes. Both of them have secrets that they don't want to share. Both of them have enemies they want to get back at. Both of them have to realize that they aren't so different after all.

Broken Heart; Throneful friendship
"Not everything in life goes as we plan." This is a story of two friends who met unexpectedly and they end up being friends despite their differences, but this doesn't stop their friendship except by grieve misunderstanding which leads them to separation. "Why would you do this?" "Same thing you did to my brother Sahra?" "Why would you play me like this?" "Why would you deny that you are in love with Michael?" "Are you for real, Saher? I would never betray you, you know that am in love with Yusuf." Follow them in their journey in the midst pains, heartbreaks, lies, betrayals, hurts deceives...

I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away
In the aftermath of a wild company dinner, she—intoxicated and misguided—found herself in her boss's room... Whispers of his cold indifference to romance and his ruthless decisiveness were legendary, painting a grim fate for any woman who dared entangle with him. ... In one month: the sight of a positive pregnancy test sends her mind racing to one thought—she must run, now or never! As she makes a break for freedom, he's hot on her heels, turning her flight into a captivating chase where her wings are no match for his resolve!

The Defection of the She-Wolf
I'm getting married, but the person I've been in love with for eight years won't know about it. Because - he has already found the Luna he chose. And when I erased all my memories and was expelled from the group by him, he knelt down before me in tears.

Virginity in second marriages
Instead of her sister, she married a powerful and dominant man who suffered from leg problems. Cristian Ferrari said, "I will never want a woman pregnant with another man's son." Serena Gallo thought it was a commercial wedding, but she lost her heart falling in love with him, and eventually left sad and disappointed. Years later, the boy exactly the same as him gave him a blow to the head: "Idiot Dad, by whom do you mean another man's son?"
No Roses Left to Burn
Seven years of marriage, and I had never once sat at a Marchetti family table. Not on Christmas Eve. Not on Thanksgiving. Not on New Year's. Every holiday, Luca left before sundown and came home the next morning with cigar smoke in his collar and wine on his breath — traces of a world I was never allowed to enter. He always said it was tradition. Old blood. Sicilian rules passed down through generations: no outsiders at the family table. No exceptions. Not even for a wife who took the Marchetti name. I believed him. Every single time. Until the night before New Year's Eve, when he asked me to check the tire pressure on his Maserati, and I found three photographs wedged behind the owner's manual in the glovebox. All three were taken in the Marchetti private dining hall — I recognized it from a picture his mother had shown me once. Vaulted stone ceilings, a mahogany table long enough to seat forty, and the family crest carved into the mantle above the fireplace. In every photo, the same woman stood beside my husband. Her arm through his. Her hip pressed to his side. His hand on the small of her back with the kind of ease that doesn't come from politeness. It comes from habit. I sat in the driver's seat until the steering wheel turned cold beneath my fingers. There was no tradition. There was no rule. The place beside Luca had simply been taken — by someone who wasn't me. And he'd lied about it for seven years.
Revenge: The Gun Barrel of the Donna
For seven years of marriage, I watched Caleb Fickett claw his way from a dock enforcer to the lofty seat of the Mafia’s designated heir. I thought our love could outlast life and death—until the night my mother died because he cut off her medical resources, and I cried until there was nothing left. So when he once again forced a divorce on me for a Hollywood starlet, I smiled as I signed, and left for France. He thought getting rid of me would be as easy as tossing out an old suit. He was wrong. What he didn’t know was that the “gift” I left behind was enough to set his entire empire on fire.

The Dying Bride
Elara Voss, a vampire and true Death’s attendant fated to return to the Underworld at 18, is overlooked by her clan—who believe her frail twin Celeste is the cursed one. Her centuries-old betrothal to Lucien Ashbourne is broken so he can wed Celeste, and Elara endures cruel penances to “bless” her sister. Dismissed when she warns of her own impending fate, Elara suffers betrayal from Lucien and her family until the Crimson Eclipse. As she succumbs and returns to the Underworld, Lucien realizes his mistake too late. In death, Elara embraces her role as Death’s attendant, while her family and Lucien face eternal punishment for their betrayal, and Elara finds freedom in her true destiny.
Bound by Blood, Broken by Silence
I spent five years as Dominic Russo's most trusted enforcer, and five more warming his bed in a penthouse no one knew I had the key to. On our anniversary, his ex sent me a photo — her nails raking down the same back I'd kissed that morning. Captioned: "Some things never change ?" That's when I understood. Every filthy thing he did to me in the dark, she taught him first. So I photographed the contract I'd been hiding for three months — the one that signed over the entire West Coast pipeline to me — and sent it back. "Enjoy him. I just took half his empire." Then I packed one bag and drove to the airport. Seattle was already mine on paper. Now I'd make it mine in blood.

The Alpha wants to drain all my blood to save his mistress
My Alpha husband came home with his pregnant mistress. “She’s afraid of the dark,” he said calmly. “You’ll sleep in the guest room tonight.” I smiled and clasped the family’s bracelet around her wrist—one second later, light burst and her scream tore through the air. He rushed to protect her, roaring for me to kneel and apologize. I picked up the suitcase I had packed long ago and walked out of that fortress with my head held high. No one knew—the black Maybach waiting outside wasn’t there to send me away, but to welcome my rebirth.
A Mafia Wife Does Not Forgive
I never imagined my husband would let another woman touch the oath scar that only a wife is allowed to reach. When she leaned into him at the family dinner and bragged about “their secret night,” he actually smiled—and defended her. That was the moment I realized my marriage hadn’t broken; they had cut me out long ago. But they forgot one thing: in our world, a humiliated wife never walks away quietly. Vows can be betrayed, but someone always pays the price. And I will make sure he learns that betraying a mafia wife is the same as lighting the fuse to his own downfall.

My Dad’s Bestfriend
18+, strong mature, and sexual content. Sneak peek: "W-what are you doing?" I asked, my breathing getting heavier as his warm fingers inched towards my bikini bottom. "You called me a coward earlier, remember?" He asked, his other hand wrapped around my throat and lips torturingly brushing over mine "So let's see how much you can handle if I break the boundaries." "I haven't said anything wrong," I breathed out, the collision of the heat of our bodies made the wetness between my thighs build more "Oh really?" He hooked my legs around his waist leaving me surprised I opened my mouth to say something but before any sentence could leave my mouth, sliding past my bikini bottom his fingers were there on my bare clit and the next second they thrust inside the very tight hole of mine leaving me to scream. But everything went silent as he pressed his hot lips upon mine just as I had been wanting since the first day I had ever seen him. **** I always knew the things I felt for Jacob Adriano were wrong in so many ways. He was my dad's best friend, totally out of bounds but I couldn't stop wanting him. And once in the event of my dad's destination wedding, I came across him after years...I lost every one of the boundaries I had and surely I planned to make him lose his ones too. After all Jacob Adriano, the sinfully attractive Italian was not unaware of my obsession with him. But little did know that forbidden relationships always bring havoc and demolition.....

The Billionaire's Regret
Harriett Edwards has been in love with Damien Daniels since childhood so, when their parents arrange for them to be married, she gladly accepts even though she knew that it wasn’t what Damien wanted. For the three years of their marriage, she devoted her life to him with the hope that she would be able to change his mind and eventually get him to fall in love with her. It all comes crashing down when someone fabricates a picture of her cheating with Damien’s brother, Adrian. After seeing the pictures, he coldly said. “I want a divorce!” And even when she confessed her love to him, his reply was cold and hurtful. “I know. It doesn’t matter. I don’t love you.” What he didn’t know was that in her hand was pregnancy test results from a mistake he made due to his drunken state. Years later, they both meet at a friend’s wedding and he is shocked to see her with a set of identical twins that looked just like him. “Are they mine?” He asked. Harriett laughed and replied. “It doesn’t matter, Damien. They don’t need a father.”
The Mafia's Wife: Four Years Hidden, One Day's Escape
I tricked my mafia husband into signing our divorce papers—right in front of his mistress. For eight years, I was the Maynard family's ghost. Decoding enemy intel. Forging untraceable documents. Keeping their heir alive from the shadows. Then one bloody night turned me into Orion Maynard's wife. He called it a "strategic alliance." I was naive enough to call it destiny. Destiny, it turns out, has a cruel sense of humor. For four years, I warmed his bed, bled for his empire, and waited for a man who once pinned me against walls whispering, "You're mine, tesoro." Then Sabrina Rossi waltzed back from Paris—and I stopped existing. The night he held me close, drunk and desperate, he moaned her name against my lips. I finally understood: I was never his wife. Just a placeholder. So I did what shadows do best. I vanished on my own terms. First, I let sunflowers swallow the crescent moon on my collarbone—a foolish tribute to his promise that I was his eternal light. Then I tucked divorce papers between routine forms and handed him a pen. He scrawled his name without a second glance. Orion Maynard can keep his throne and his precious Sabrina. But when the most dangerous man in New York realizes his ghost is gone for good, he'll learn something new:Some women don't come back.

Phoenix Rising: A Mate’s Revenge
On the day Aria was supposed to mate bond with the Alpha who vowed to love her forever, she sent a corpse in her place. After awakening her sensory abilities, Aria discovered her mate Kane's year-long affair with his beta—and the cruel truths spoken behind her back. Heartbroken but calculating, she faked her death, vanished abroad, and left behind a coffin, a final message, and the ruins of a carefully crafted lie. While Alpha Kane breaks down in front of a nation-wide live broadcast, Aria is reborn as Phoenix Ambrose, heiress to a powerful British werewolf family—and she's done being the "useless wolf." This is not a story of forgiveness. It's a story of betrayal, retribution, and a woman who chose to bury her past… and watch the man who broke her shatter in return.
The Don Faked His Death for His Mistress. I Disappeared for Myself
Dante Moretti died on the way to marry me. At least, that's what they told me. His convoy hit a car bomb crossing the Brooklyn Bridge. By the time the fire trucks arrived, the vehicle was ash. The body inside was unrecognizable. They cremated him before I could see his face. Buried an urn I never opened. I was six weeks pregnant. I became a widow before I ever became a wife. For months, I believed every word of it. The grief. The loss. The careful kindness of the Moretti family closing around me like a fist. Then I heard his voice through a closed door — alive, unhurt, unhurried — explaining to his mother why leaving me at the altar had been the right call. He'd faked his death to spend six months with his mistress. He thought I would wait. Grieve. Stay quiet. Keep his child and his secret until he was ready to come home. He forgot what kind of woman he'd spent six years building. I made one call to my brother. I walked out the front door. And I gave Dante Moretti exactly what he'd given me: A body they'd never find.

His Rejected Luna
When we are young we are taught that mates are supposed to take care of you, love you, support you, be there for you when you need them and so much more. I thought when I found my mate I thought that he would want me as his. But everything I learned about mates was thrown out the window when I met mine. ----- "Your not fit to my future Luna," he snarled at me. I flinch back against the wall trying not to let the tears fall. "I Terry Moore reject you, Sophia Moretti, as my mate and future Luna," he says each word piercing my heart.
