

On the day of Aiden Steele's engagement to Isabella Rosewood, Emma Blake was forced into abortion by Aiden’s mother. As the mistress, she was deemed unworthy to bear children for the Steele family.

On the day of Aiden Steele's engagement to Isabella Rosewood, Emma Blake was forced into abortion by Aiden’s mother. As the mistress, she was deemed unworthy to bear children for the Steele family.

For five years, Irene loved Captain Carson the way girls in movies love pilots. She had every flight number on his roster burned into her brain. Booked tickets just to ride his routes. Set her alarm for 2 a.m. so she'd be wide awake the second his wheels hit the tarmac. Quit her job back in Seattle and followed him to a city where she didn't know a single soul. In her head, this was love. The real kind. The kind where a man walks off the jet bridge, drops to one knee, and the whole terminal claps. Her mistake? Thinking he ever planned to. The truth? In Carson's eyes, Irene wasn't a girlfriend. She was a warm body. Convenient. Always available. The girl he practiced on while figuring out what a real woman liked in bed. The woman he actually loved was Blair — a hooker from the red-light strip he kept on retainer between layovers. When Irene finally found out, her heart didn't just crack. It flatlined. She didn't cry. Didn't scream. Didn't even tell him she knew. She smiled. Took a breath. And said yes to the proposal from the sweet boy next door who'd been quietly in love with her for years. A year later, Carson figured out Blair for exactly what she was — a cold-blooded gold digger who'd been laughing at him behind his back the whole time. He showed up at Irene's door. No pride left. Just a broke man, begging for the girl he threw away. He was ten months too late. Irene didn't even look up from signing the marriage license.

I bought a handsome, aloof incubus online. But he wouldn't stop making that low humming sound, just standing there, staring at me in silence. His body was burning hot. Worried he might be sick, I hurried to contact customer service. After listening to my description, the person on the other end went quiet for a moment. Then they said, "Um... is it possible that your incubus isn't sick—he's just starving, maybe wanting to kiss you, or... do something else?"

I bought a handsome, aloof incubus online. But he wouldn't stop making that low humming sound, just standing there, staring at me in silence. His body was burning hot. Worried he might be sick, I hurried to contact customer service. After listening to my description, the person on the other end went quiet for a moment. Then they said, "Um... is it possible that your incubus isn't sick—he's just starving, maybe wanting to kiss you, or... do something else?"

I was engaged to Silas, Don of the Vance Famiglia, yet in the annual family portrait, I was shoved into the back corner. Standing right beside him was Camilla, his most trusted Capo. He sighed impatiently. "We have plenty of photos together, Scarlett. Missing one won't kill you. You're the future Donna. Stop being so petty." I swallowed my pride and gave up my spot. But my compromise bought me nothing. The necklace meant for me ended up around Camilla's neck. His plus-one to galas became Camilla. His excuse was always the same: "She's a vital part of the syndicate. You shouldn't compete with her." So, I gave him exactly what he wanted. I stopped being petty. I shredded the wedding planner I had poured my heart into, trashed our photos, and left New York for good. And suddenly, the cold, calculating Don was tearing the city apart looking for me.

After we lost our baby just three days after birth, I dropped every habit that made Julian frown. I stopped asking where he went. Even when he stayed out all night, I could still sleep soundly. Even when a stray bullet grazed my wrist during a street shootout and the doctor asked me to notify my next of kin, I simply said, "I don't have any family." A nurse recognized me. "You're Mrs. Marchetti, right? Mr. Julian's motorcade is parked downstairs. Should I go let him know?" I lowered my eyes and told her not to bother. Half an hour later, Julian pushed the door open anyway. He was dressed in an expensive suit, his voice a low murmur. "You're hurt. Why didn't you call me?" I looked down at the bandages. "It's just a scratch. The Capo has better things to do." My indifferent tone only seemed to irritate him. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, the hushed gossip of his men drifted in from the hallway. "Heard about Mia? The Capo really has a thing for her. She twisted her ankle at the casino, and he sent three bulletproof SUVs to clear the block. Carried her out himself. Her shoes didn't even touch the ground." Julian's jaw tightened. He shot a guarded glance my way, as if waiting for me to fly into a rage and demand answers, just like I used to. But I remained perfectly quiet, leaning against the hospital bed without moving an inch. He thought I was finally done causing trouble. He didn't realize I was quietly preparing to disappear from his life forever.

After a whole night spent on a project, Stella Clark steps away for just ten minutes—and suddenly, she's accused of slacking off. Secretary Wendy Kurt insists Stella is at fault and persuades their superior—Stella's own fiancé—to fire her. Shockingly, he sides with Wendy. Sensing a deeper betrayal, Stella uncovers their secret affair and strikes back, ensuring they pay dearly while she reclaims the future she truly deserves.
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She was bullied after marrying into a rich family. However, her life took a huge change after the divorce. She inherited billions from her family and had a glamorous transformation.
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Sharon Smith, Judiburg's most powerful CEO, catches her "perfect" husband, James Godwin, having an affair at an auction—with Rosie Saul, the very student she has financially supported for years. The betrayal cuts deeper:James has been spending Sharon's money to spoil his mistress, and secretly poisoning Sharon to seize her fortune. Sharon stays quiet, sets a trap, and tightens the net step by step—until the truth detonates in public and the lovers lose everything.