I'm taking a breather on a cruise ship in international waters when I stumble upon a scene that stops me cold. I see my younger sister surrounded at a poker table.Across from her stand her two so-called childhood friends, flanking a fragile-looking woman with a smug smile. Their voices drip with mockery when they speak."What's wrong, Ms. Jefferson? Can't keep up now? You were so bold just a minute ago, asking Reena for 500 thousand dollars over a headscarf.""You can fold," the other adds. "But the Jefferson family's 15% stake? That gets transferred to Reena first thing tomorrow."My sister's knuckles turn white, and her eyes brim with tears.Someone nearby laughs and loosens his tie. "Out of money, young lady? How about this—remove one piece of clothing, and I'll give you 500 chips."Whistles and jeers erupt around the table."Strip it all off, and my entire stack is yours."I remain still in the shadows of the upper deck, slowly twisting the signet ring on my finger.It's been a few years since I've shown my face—looks like this pack of filth has forgotten something.Touch anyone from the Stanford family, and you pay with your life. 
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"Ana. . ." he whispered, his smile dropping as he closed the distance between us. "I'm sor. . ."
My right hand met his cheek brutally, stopping all that he had to say. "How dare you?!" I hissed, landing another smack on the same spot. " How could you do this to me? " I raised my hand up again to place another one, but he caught my wrist before I could do so.
"Plan your next move very carefully," he spoke in a low tone, tightening his grip on my wrist, daring me to slap him again. Pain jolted from the area, forcing tears to sting at the corner of my eyes.
"Or what?" I scowled at him.
" You don't want to find out." He took a step closer, staring into my eyes. " And don't tempt me. "
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Anastasia Romanoff is a wise, strong willed girl with a good heart, but an unexpected circumstances leads her to people who tears her apart. What happens when she finds herself in the tent of Vito Escobar, a ruthless mafia leader and also her father's debtor?
However, things didn't turn out the way she expected. She is sexually tortured by the eldest sons of her master. But what happens when Pablo, the youngest of Vito's son returns from the military, who is not only intrigued but also smitten by her?
However, they begin to change each other, molding into something else. She does things she never dreamt of doing, and the rising tension between the two of them kills her inside.
But will she give into the sexy temptation walking around with an irresistible smirk that mushes her into a puddle? With the eldest sons after her body, will she be able to find refuge in the one she loves? Or will she remain as a slave to the Mafia household?
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"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her.Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall."Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood.Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome!I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do.""Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!"Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?" 
After secretly registering our marriage, my lawyer husband would propose that we hold another wedding ceremony to make it up to me each time he explored a new position with his childhood friend.For the last three years, Michael Grant, my husband, brought up having a wedding 33 times and stood me up 33 times.The first time was because his childhood friend's dog died. To honor its memory, he said we couldn't have a celebration for three months.Meanwhile, I stood before our family and friends in my wedding dress, offering endless apologies on his behalf.The second time was because his childhood friend had period cramps. He turned the wedding car around to go make her tea.After that, every subsequent planned wedding ceremony ran into some kind of issue with his childhood friend.I cried. I caused scenes.But Michael would always say, "Tasha and I are just friends with benefits. You're my wife. Don't be so petty."After the 33rd time, I was finally exhausted.I pushed the divorce papers in front of him. "The cooling-off period is over. Let's go finalize the divorce." 
No one has seen him,No one can tell what he looks like,No one can tell if he's human, wolf, dragon, elf, or vampire.We've only heard his very deep, hoarse voice that doesn't sound so humanly.We only know he's a ruthless beast,And that beast is the king of all supernatural creatures -he is King Wymond.He is an abomination -a mistake made by the moon goddess.There are rumors that he is immortal -are there still any immortals in this age?He walks the lands every night and kills any soul that crosses path with him or it,He never lets anyone see him and doesn't attend public meetings.He's always inside his palace, with those two big gates locking him away and isolating him from the world.Weird! How did he end up becoming the king then? Every five years, girls who have come of age (18 years to 25 years), from different species (werewolves, vampires, witches, elves, and dragons) are taken to his palace.It is unclear to us why they are taken there,And we dare not ask why because asking why there is death penalty.And strangely, all the girls taken to the palace always come back alive, but they end up losing their memories of what had happened in there. No one has enough courage to investigate and find out what's going on -investigating is like walking into the valley of death. 
Margaret Henson found herself in a situation where her husband of three years didn't even recognize her. Their first encounter after the separation was unexpected - in bed.Relieved, Margaret willingly signed the divorce agreement, believing that their paths would never cross again. Little did she know, this was only the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.In the bustling city of Los Angeles, rumors began to circulate about Robert Frost, the president of Frost Group, a man known for his disinterest in women, developing an interest in a talented new designer. On multiple occasions, he extended his support to her, offering assistance in dealing with unsavory individuals and putting an end to her romantic pursuits.Curiosity piqued, someone inquired, "May I ask about your relationship with Mr. Frost?"Margaret Henson smiled and replied, "Besides being employer and employee, we are... ex-husband and ex-wife." 
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