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Caroline Fisher, the renowned socialite of St. Louis, became a laughingstock after a single word shattered her wedding. Six years of perseverance yielded only a feeble "sorry." With a knowing smile, Caroline declared, "I'm certain he'll return, but this time, I won't wait any longer." Amid her father's coma and vultures circling her inheritance, Caroline made a fateful decision—to wed the formidable and dreaded man of St. Louis. The world deemed him cold and ruthless, yet this fierce tiger proved unexpectedly affectionate, becoming her staunch protector. "What brings true happiness?" she pondered. "To be cherished as a treasure by someone, despite the world's vilification." 
I just experienced the most unforgettable Christmas night of my life.
I had planned a pajama-themed Christmas party with my best friend, Lia Wright, and I purposely changed into my black, lacey night gown, took a sexy photo of myself in it, and sent it to her.
"Daddy, wanna open your Christmas present tonight?" I said in a text message to tease her.
Exactly three minutes later, she replied, "Are you sure you want to play this game?"
I chuckled at how serious she was, then typed my provocative reply. "Just say it if you're too scared to come over."
Now, 20 minutes later, the door to my room is suddenly thrown open with a loud bang.
Liam Blake, my childhood friend who had been giving me the cold shoulder for the past half year, shows up at the door, his eyes rimmed red and with a light dusting of snow on his clothes. He pushes me onto the bed and kisses me fiercely and fervently.
"What did you just call me earlier?" Liam gasps, backing away slightly so his hot breath fans across my lips. His voice is low and hoarse, and I have never heard him speak like that before. "Call me that again."
I shiver hard and quickly sober up before grabbing my phone that was still lit up.
I had thought that I'd been chatting with Lia the entire time. But now, I suddenly realize that the name on top of the chat window had been "Liam" the entire time. 
I yelped, squirming, but quickly stilled myself, knowing one wrong move in this position and I’d fall. And London sure wasn’t going to catch me. The glint in his eyes made that clear. Trapped, I was at his mercy, taking whatever he dished out without writhing.His head peeked up from between my legs, squinting as he hoarsely said, “Oh, and one more thing… not a single sound from you, and don't touch me. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”What? He couldn’t expect me to just shut my eyes and keep it in. Hell, soft moans were already escaping my lips from his previous kisses.“What?” I asked, bewildered.“Meaning, you're not allowed to make any sound, and you're not allowed to touch me, including tugging on my hair; you’d give me a headache,” he huskily said, licking my inner thighs again, inching closer to my wetness.“Or else?” I dared to ask.He gave me a devilish smile before chuckling, “You're free to find out, no?”*************** London was once a devoted Gamma, but fate has given him a second life as the Alpha and Lycan King, haunted by a deep-seated hatred for women and the mate bond. Unable to recall his past life, he now faces a new destiny intertwined with a woman who lost everything in one tragic night. When he rejects her, he risks losing all he's ever desired. His mate hides a crucial secret, and despite his indifference, this secret might just turn his world upside down. 
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?" 
On the night my dad kicked me out, I drank too much and slept with my “brother”It was a one night mistake. Yet, he proposed and claimed me as his mate, his luna.**“You have brought enough disgrace to this family.” His Alpha voice rising furiously.“Me?!” I let out a forced laugh. “I’m not the one sleeping with every woman who passes my presence. I’m not the one who murdered my mother!” I hissed.“GET OUT!!!” He ordered. “It was a mistake to have allowed you back in Ironclaw. You will leave and are forbidden to return.”**What have I done? He’s practically my brother. I had sex with my brother. “It wasn’t a mistake,” “What are you talking about, Jonathan?” I asked him. “Arina, you are my mate. You were born to be my luna,” he said. His face showed no signs of humor. “I wasn’t born to be anybody’s luna,” I shot back. “Arina, I love you…” he spoke softly, still staring into my eyes. I could feel the wolf in me stirring; something that I had never felt before. She was awakening; the fire that burned so deep inside of me was beginning to flare. “Love?” I heard myself saying. “There’s no such thing as love…” After everything I knew about “love”, what my mother went through when she married my father, love didn’t exist.“Give me a chance to prove you wrong. Marry me.” 
The loneliness he felt three years back, struck again and his inability to control his emotions took him to Jessie, holding her in a warm embrace.
"Play with my hair, I don't feel good." Jessie who was trying to recover from the shock of the embrace only got more surprised at what he said, and she faced him, wide-eyed, staring intently.
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Jessica Gibson is ensnared in the life of Tamara as she has to suffer for crimes she had no idea about.
Jack, a guy from a life that wasn't hers was all rooted for her. When she had a thing for a young web developer, Charles, she met at college.
She tries to scale through the twists and emotions of being a double in a body, pursue her dreams, with a complicated love life.
While still unravelling the mystery of the being she is.
Will this path lead to her pain or sometimes secrets are better unrevealed? 
Elise Blake has been in love with Samuel Holt for ten long years. She gives up her dreams and her sense of self to build a home for him and their son.But all her sacrifice earns her is his growing affection for his first love. Even her son, whom she nearly died giving birth to, starts to warm up to that woman.When a snowstorm strikes, Samuel doesn't hesitate to save his first love. Their son, too, only worries about that woman's safety. It hits Elise that some things are simply not meant to be.She leaves the divorce agreement on the table and turns her back on her husband and son. Moving out, she devotes herself to pharmaceutical research and starts to bloom on her own.Yet, for some reason, the divorce never goes through.At her product launch, the man who's always been cold to her corners her in the lounge, holding the very divorce agreement she signed in his hand. "You don't get to decide when our marriage starts or ends—I do!" 
What is not well known is that the heroine is not an ordinary Wolf, she is a very rare gray Wolf. General Wolf pack only pure white or pure black Wolf, people have never seen the gray, she knows his true identity is dangerous, must stay away from dangerous men, so intend to refuse him, later found that the male master has a close girlfriend two, she intends to refuse the male master, the male master decisive wall dong, tell a secret: I know you are a gray Wolf, I am also a gray Wolf. 
Eleanor is Citadel's most spoiled and dazzling beauty. With just a glance, she can captivate any man, and it's said that admirers line up for her for miles. Yet, as the Hayes family's daughter, she didn't give them so much as a glance.Everything changes when her best friend throws down a challenge. "Eleanor, if you can win over my uncle Alexander, you can pick any car from my garage."Alexander Grant, the head of Grant Group, is cold, disciplined, and impossibly proud. He is the kind of man no socialite dares to approach. Rumor has it that not even the boldest socialite dares come near.Eleanor smiles. She has never failed to get what she wants, but even the most confident schemes can be upended by the twists of fate. 
Conan Grande and I have been married for eight years, and one day, he suddenly posts a Tweet with his secretary, Mindy Campbell, saying, "Better start shipping us. We're really sweet together."I tap on the "Like" button just before the Tweet is suddenly deleted.Conan then Facetimes me with a sobbing Mindy and a few of our mutual friends in the background, yelling and screaming at me for being so dumb and stupid for not getting the joke immediately.Five minutes later, Mindy updates her Instagram profile picture to a photo of her face and Conan's adorably squished together.If this had happened in the past, I would have immediately stormed over in a crying fit, demanding explanations from everyone involved and making life miserable for them.But this time, I honestly don't care anymore. 
"The entire wealthy circle in Seattle knew how much Stella Carlson loved Aaron Malone. People watched the childhood sweethearts grow from inexperience to maturity, finally getting married in a grand wedding ceremony.On the day of the wedding, despite the alliance between the Carlson and Malone families, the groom ran away. Stella knew that Aaron had rushed to L.A. to take care of his ex-girlfriend, who had attempted suicide.Unwilling to become the laughingstock of all Seattle, she gritted her teeth and dialed the number of her adversary, her tone almost commanding, "Ethan, come and marry me now. This is your only chance for revenge."On the other end, Ethan Powers raised an eyebrow as he gripped his phone, staring at the floor littered with cigarette butts. "Did the groom run away?" he asked. "My darling." 
The morning of our wedding, I happen to discover a voice message saved under Joseph Payne's favorites.
"Honey, I miss you." A syrupy-sweet voice fills the air.
I confront him and demand an explanation, but he doesn't even flinch.
"I won't lie. I made a selfish mistake," he admits calmly. "But it was just a dare she lost. That message was a bet, nothing more."
Their chat history seems to confirm his claim. There's nothing flirtatious. They're just ordinary, day-to-day conversations. Nothing crosses the line.
But as I scroll through them, my eyes blur with tears, soaking the delicate fabric of my wedding dress.
I look at him and say, "Joseph, delete her number from your phone. We can still go on with the ceremony."
Seven years of being together has brought us to this final moment. We're just one step away from the altar.
Just days ago, I found out I was pregnant. We could have had it all today.
But right then, a young woman in a cleaner's uniform suddenly coughs blood and darts off with reddened eyes.
Joseph recognizes her instantly. And without thinking, he runs after her.
I grab his arm tightly. "If you walk away now, don't ever dream of marrying me again. This is your last chance."
He doesn't answer. Instead, one finger at a time, he pries my hand off his sleeve.
Then, he leaves. 
From exchanging glances in the high school hallway to walking down the aisle together, Cassandra Blake and Cameron Dorsey have spent 15 years by each other's side.To outsiders, Cassandra is living the dream—swimming in luxuries and showered with love by her devoted husband. However, only she knows the painful truth. Cameron is secretly keeping another woman.She doesn't hesitate to hurl the divorce agreement at him. "Scram. Now, get out of my sight."Unbeknownst to her, in the shadows nearby, someone watching lets a faint smile curl his lips.…Ryan Scott has had his eye on Cassandra for 15 years, but he's forced to silently watch as his best friend ends up with the woman he has always loved. Her smile, once a comfort, now cuts deep.On the night of Cassandra and Cameron's wedding, Ryan stands below their apartment, staring at the light that stays on till morning. He goes home with hands covered with burns from pressing lit cigarette butts into his skin.His housekeeper is shocked. "My goodness! What happened to you?"He says nothing, only requesting a strong saltwater soak. The pain in his hands is nothing compared to the pain in his heart.So what if Cassandra married Cameron? One day, she will become his. She'll take his last name and be buried beside him when they die. 
On their wedding night, he callously ripped off her veil, sneering, "You deserve this, don't you?" Jenny Young was widely known for her perceived ugliness, enduring her husband's nightly abuse and hatred.Years later, with a swollen belly, she declared, "I don't want to carry your baby anymore!" Steven embraced her tenderly, whispering, "Darling, once this baby is born, I am at your mercy." 
Year eight of marriage, Roger's mistress outside was about to give birth.The day I found out, I printed out the divorce papers and moved out of the villa.Roger looked at me, reluctance in his eyes: "I'm sorry, I will definitely find a way to compensate you."Others said I was too petty.What man doesn't stray? As long as it doesn't threaten your position, just endure it. What's the big deal?What do they mean, "endure it"? I refused.I always remembered how, back then, to marry him, I had given up the job offer I'd secured.Roger had even knelt before his parents for three days and three nights."Fine. Want to compensate me? Then I want you to kneel before my door for three days and three nights too. After all, one should see things through from beginning to end." 
On our wedding day, my husband, Oliver Rothwell, who's always treated me like I'm his everything, does the unthinkable.In front of me, he sends an apology to his childhood sweetheart using Morse code."I'm sorry, Charlotte. This wedding was all my father's idea, but I don't love her. I'll come to you tonight, okay?"Despite her initial disappointment, Charlotte Vandenberg eagerly agrees, her spirits lifting in a flash.Sure enough, I spend our wedding night alone.Before I can even speak, Oliver looks at me with a remorseful expression. "Baby, work's been overwhelming. I'll make it up to you tomorrow, I swear. Just be patient and wait for me to come home." I nod, pretending to go along with it. He thinks he's fooled me.But what he doesn't know is that the divorce papers are all set for tomorrow. I'll strip him of everything and watch him leave empty-handed.I've known Morse code for ages.And I've been aware of every single scheme he and Charlotte have been conspiring against me. 
Married for three years, Callum Ford only sees Nadia Grayson twice a month, just to fulfill his husbandly duties in bed. He doesn't care about her and knows nothing about her. As soon as their three-year agreement is up, he rushes off to find his first love."Let's get divorced, Callum. I'll set you free." Nadia walks away without looking back.She stops hoping, leaves the marriage, and throws herself into her career. When she climbs back to the top, there is no longer a place for him in her world.But her brilliance keeps drawing him in. It is only after she is truly gone that he finally learns the truth.It turns out that he has forgotten Nadia not once, but twice. She has crossed oceans to stay by his side, just to repay him for saving her life back then.Now Callum regrets everything.She has already become a national treasure, far beyond his reach.He sets out to win her back, only to hear, "Mrs. Ford doesn't want to be the richest man's wife anymore."This time, it is his turn to fight for her. And he is not playing nice. 
The day after Avery Sterling is falsely accused of running over Britney Walker, her husband, Calvin Grant, and their two sons suspend her younger brother above a giant vat of boiling oil, threatening to drop him in alive.Avery panics and rushes forward to save her brother, but the bodyguards block her path and hold her back."Do you admit what you did?" Calvin asks coldly, standing nearby in a sharp, tailored suit. "Will you ever dare hurt Britney again?""I didn't hit her!" Avery cries, struggling against the guards restraining her. "Calvin, please, let Henry go! He's only 18 years old! He just got into Westbridge University!" 
In the deepest part of Han river, lives a kingdom. Kingdom Quenshi, a kingdom of mermaids and mermen. Ruled by the powerful King Watergirine. King Watergire has a wife, Queen Aqua. She bore him three princesses, the charming beauties. Princess Cleo, the first Princess Princess Lotus, the second Princess Princess Mul, the third and youngest princess The three princesses are the most beautiful girls in the kingdom. Despite the fact that they're all beautiful, Princess Lotus was considered the most beautiful. Her beauty is almost blinding and she's endowed with a gorgeous irresistible b0dy that'll make any lose concentration at her sight. Another thing that added to her beauty is her tiny melodious voice, she's got a beautiful voice that's capable of healing. She also possesses magical powers. Lotus was banished from the Quenshi kingdom in the most disgraceful way ever. She left River Han and joined the world of humans. Fate led her to Melody's musical high where her story continues. She met friends and foes, different calibers of people. And a soulmate. How's this gonna go? Who's the soulmate? Will her life at the Quenshi kingdom end? How will she survive amid humans? Will she later be found out as a mermaid? 
"I am bound to punish you for breaking the rules," he said as he started undoing his tie. I swallowed, the thought of being punished by him terrified and excited me at the same time. I needed this. The heat pooled between my legs as I watched him undo his tie with one hand and his belt in the other. It was hot. He grabbed me by the neck, bending me over the table with my face down on the surface and my ass high up in the air. He caressed my soft flesh with his palm. "Count," he ordered, My brows furrowed in confusion, the haze of lust so heavy in my head that my brain failed to grasp his words. The first slap landed on my ass cheeks and I cried out. "Count," he barked. I whimpered but I nodded my head to his request. "One," I counted as the first slap came on my behind. I kept counting as he delivered blows to my now red ass. "Good girl," he murmured as he rubbed them gently, to take away the ache. I was moist and he could sense it. Dipping his finger into my pussy, he confirmed how wet I was for him. "Hmm," he hummed, embarrassment slammed into me with enough force. I barely knew this man and here I was letting him possess me. I liked it. I licked my lips in anticipation of what he wished to do, his lips touched the nape of my neck and I jumped. He licked the juncture of my neck, and the pulsating nerves there responded to his touch. "You taste so sweet," he murmured as he kissed his way down my neck. "T...thank you," I managed to get out. "Let me make you mine," he says, 
Ling Yiran had been sentenced to three years in prison due to the car accident that killed the fiancée of Yi Jinli, the richest man in Shen City. When released from prison, she somehow ended up catching the attention of Yi Jinli. She kneeled on the ground and begged him, "Yi Jinli, can you let me go?" But he only smiled and said, "Sister, I will never let you go." It was said that Yi Jinli was completely indifferent to anyone and everyone, but for some reason, he did everything he could to please a sanitation worker girl who had been in prison for the past three years. However, the truth of the car accident that year had robbed her of all her love for him, and she ran away. Many years later, he begged her while on the ground, "Yiran, as long as you return by my side, I will do anything for you." But she only stared at him coldly and said, "Then, go die." 
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