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One unforgettable night. One hidden child. One marriage built on secrets. Elina never meant to fall for a stranger. But after a single night filled with passion, she walked away with more than just memories—she walked away carrying his child. Years later, forced into a marriage to save her family's reputation, she finds herself face-to-face with the cold and ruthless billionaire Liam Carter... this Husband. He doesn't recognize her. He doesn’t know about the child. And he doesn’t believe in love. Liam, from the very first day, had fallen in love with Elena without realizing it. So when he found out that Elena was already pregnant before the wedding to a stranger.He didn't know how to leave it So he did it, he promised one thing What happens when the man who hates children discovers he’s already a father?#UrbanRomance#SecretChild#HiddenIdetity#MarriageContract#Billionaire#LoveAftMarriage#ArrangedMarriage#ColdMaleLead#StrongFemaleLead#HeartbreakingPast#FamilyDrama #SecondChanceLove#PossessiveML#Insistant#Emotional

A reincarnator was supposed to own my body? Yeah, no. And the system that was supposed to be his is now mine, stonks! I have an enormous amount of mana? Yes, please~ But I don't have access to multiple elemental natures unlike everybody else? Then I'll get to the top of the magic world with only wind and lightning magic. Read along how Levy utilizes the system to perfect his magic. [Magic Mastery System] [Align the mana circulating through the 112 pathway] [Unnamed skill in progress (38.12%)] The story takes place in Earth, 1980s as the child Levy Tobias Varnhagen learns that his family was actually from a lineage of mages. The mages of this world are hidden from the masses, mainly working behind the scenes to dispose of magical beasts, as well as do work for the government as human weapons. But wait what is this? New crisis have arrived? New opponents? Dive into the story of Levy Tobias Varnhagen as he trains his wind and lightning magic to lead the Magic World.

When my grandmother’s dying wish meets his father’s desperate PR stunt, we ended up signing a marriage contract. Two people, one house, and three rules: no touching, mind your own business, and absolutely no scandals. Theodore Callaghan is a notorious womanizer with a reputation that could ruin his father’s career. I, Dianna Beaumont, is a calm, unbothered heiress who couldn’t care less about his antics. For months, our arrangement works perfectly… until another man shows up. Suddenly, my “contract husband” can’t stop staring, interfering, and most annoyingly, getting jealous. Welcome to my chaotic, romantic, and surprisingly addictive marriage.

Clara Vance had it all. Millions of followers, a beauty empire built on glamour, and a life curated for the camera. But a lost bet with her mother sends her away from a marvelous weekend trip to Mykonos and into the dusty attic of her family’s decaying ancestral manor. The catch was her inheritance. Her task? A dreary clear-out. Her discovery? A centuries-old diary belonging to her great-grandmother, Eleanor Thorne. The ink tells a story of a forgotten history. Eleanor’s forbidden obsession with her guardian and step-uncle, Casimir Guggenheim, a ruthless railroad tycoon with a heart of stone. But when Clara touches the tear-stained pages, the scent of crushed gardenias doesn’t just fill the room, it drags her back to 1879. Trapped in Eleanor’s corseted body, Clara finds herself under the roof of the very man who haunted the diary. To the world, Casimir is a cold, untouchable magnate. To Clara, he’s a puzzle she’s determined to break. The problem? Clara isn’t the timid, fragile girl Casimir remembers. She’s a 21st-century It Girl with no filter, a strategic mind for business, a total lack of respect for Gilded Age propriety and a defiance waiting for trouble to happen. While the original Eleanor was a victim of her station, Clara is ready to burn the cage down. As Clara navigates a world where a single misstep means ruin, scheming relatives see her as a pawn, and a powerful suitor sees her as nothing but a business merger. She realizes the history books were wrong. Rewriting Eleanor’s tragic end is dangerous, especially when she starts falling for the man she was never supposed to have. History says they’re a tragedy. Clara says history is about to get a makeover.

The ground swallowed him whole — and spat him out in 1933. A genius investment analyst from Modern world wakes up in the body of a 19-year-old Korean nobleman with one thing nobody else in history has ever had: the next 77 years of the future stored perfectly in his head. Every war. Every market crash. Every company that will one day rule the world. While the Japanese Empire tightens its grip on Korea and the world burns around him, Min-jae does what he does best — he invests, he builds, and he dominates. From a single flour mill to a global empire spanning steel, semiconductors, shipping, Finance, Real state and Hollywood studios and Create a chaebol known to world as Minsung Group. From a nobody nobleman to the most powerful private individual in human history. They will call him a genius. A visionary. A legend. Only he knows the truth — he just read the right books.

“What the hell—?!” Arahan jolted awake. This wasn’t his room. This wasn’t his body. Just hours ago, he had been a 30-year-old professor—one of the youngest lecturers in a prestigious college. An orphan who built everything from nothing. At twenty-five, he had already achieved what many couldn’t in a lifetime. A stable career. Respect. Wealth. A wedding with a beautiful bride from a good family. For once, life had finally begun to smile at him. And then, a drunk rich brat speeding his Thar at 220 km/h from the wrong side of the road. A flash of headlights. A scream of metal. Darkness. Arahan died on the roadside like a stray animal. And the worst part? He knew the culprit would never be punished. Money would bury the case. Power would twist the law. Justice was a luxury for the poor. But what hurt even more was not the injustice. It was a regret. He had lived responsibly. Too responsible. He never dated. Never partied. Never had Sex. Never travelled. Never loved recklessly. Never indulged. He chased stability. He chased respect. He chased a “good future.” And died before he could live. A virgin. A man who never tasted freedom. A man who never claimed what he desired. A man who never enjoyed the forbidden pleasure. But fate was not finished with him. When Arahan opened his eyes again— He was back. This time, he won’t live cautiously. This time, he won’t let power crush him. This time, he won’t die powerless. Wealth. Influence. Pleasure. Revenge. In this life, Arahan will claim everything.

Ellen had everything. Fame, a successful acting career and a secret celebrity boyfriend. "How dare you steal my fiancé, Ellen!" Reality slapped Ellen hard across the face in the form of her best friend, accusing her of being a homewrecker. Her boyfriend was never hers. Her career was over. Her parents died, leaving her an orphan. To escape it all, Ellen moved into a modest apartment to start afresh. Her friendly, handsome new neighbour introduced himself and extended his hand while smiling confidently to her. “I trust you, Ellen. Don’t be afraid of anything anymore.” Why did he seem so familiar? Ellen began to wonder, could her new neighbour be her long time playmate in the online game 'Era of the Jade Dawn'? Flint kept his identity a secret because he's actually the creator of the game! When they meet in real life, sparks fly and he realises he needs her! He wants to protect her! No one can mess with the woman he loves!

WARNING: Some mature content!!! 18+ This is what you call Urbantasy.. Fantasy in an urban setting with a strong female lead -- a story riddled in mystery, magic, and a lot of sass. ======= CHAPTER 1 sneak peek! ======= The air between them tightened like a rope. Cael leaned closer, head tilting slightly, pulling at her waist again, smugness softened into something sharper and quieter. His eyes flicked to her lips then back to her eyes as if asking for permission he didn't need. Hunger of a different kind pumped through Cael. The hunger that Galathea unmistakably recognized as it pressed hard against her lower abs, forcing through the fabric as if it can tear through. At the sensation, Galathea's mouth parted before she could stop it. Her whole body screamed at her to either shove him away or close the last inch between their lips herself. ===== SYNOPSIS ===== Galathea Brooks spent her life surviving quietly -- counting inventory, enforcing rules, keeping her head down inside one of the most powerful art institutions in the city. It's a simple life because paint doesn't talk; power doesn't notice people like her. and names are just names. -- That is... until a painting remembered her. When ancient works buried beneath Artemis Art Gallery began to respond to Galathea's presence, she becomes the center of the system that's older than the building itself. A system that cataloged her long before she knew it existed. Her name is not a coincidence. It is a KEY. Cael Alexander, on the other hand, has always understood control. As Artemis' immaculate but dangerous CEO, he manages secrets like no other. He knows the gallery and its bowels more than anyone. He knows what's hidden; he knows what's awaken. What he didn't expect, however, was Galathea. As archaic works of art start to stir, boundaries fracture -- between observer and artifact, power and possession, restraint and desire. Every choice Galathea makes draws her deeper into fate that doesn't want permission... only acknowledgement. Mind you, awakenings don't ask when you're ready.

Giana is quiet, hardworking, and focused—until Alex, a powerful and enigmatic CEO, reenters her life unexpectedly. Their encounters spark tension: fleeting glances, subtle touches, and a magnetic pull neither can resist. Love, however, is never simple. Alex is protective yet controlling, captivated yet conflicted, while Giana struggles to navigate her feelings amid a storm of deception and danger. Jane, Alex’s obsessive fiancée, will stop at nothing to sabotage Giana, while her father, Miguel, manipulates events from behind the scenes, leaving Giana humiliated and isolated. Despite the chaos, Alex’s desire to shield Giana grows stronger, and every stolen moment is raw, electric, and charged with unspoken longing. Giana fights to maintain her dignity, while Alex wrestles with jealousy, obsession, and the urge to protect her at all costs. Unexpectedly You, Somehow is a story of passion, intrigue, and perseverance. In these first chapters, heartbreak, secrets, and irresistible chemistry pull readers into every tense glance, whispered word, and fleeting touch—leaving them desperate to see if love, fate, and desire can finally bring Alex and Giana together.

Sea is a rising star in the boxing world, focused, disciplined, and determined to make a name for himself in the ring. Jimmy, a wealthy and notoriously blunt CEO, has everything but empathy, and somehow, their worlds collide in a way neither of them expected. One impulsive night changes everything, leaving Sea pregnant and grappling with a reality that threatens to take them out of the sport they love. As Sea’s pregnancy progresses and boxing becomes impossible, both of them are forced to confront the unexpected consequences of that night and the complicated feelings that come with it.

WARNING: This story contains mature content intended for adult readers only. Discretion is advised. This book will contain 3 different stories that will bring you the hottest scene ever! 1st Story: The Mafia's Blind Wife (Tempory Blind FL x Mafia ML) 2nd Story: His Innocent Amazona (Amazona WARRIOR FL x Mafia Boss ML) 3rd Story: The Mafia's Nanny (Nanny FL x Mafia ML w/ DID or multiple personality) An accidental act of heroism reshaped Sera’s life entirely. She lost her sight saving the grandmother of a stranger. In return for her goodness, she was forced into marriage with the old woman’s grandson, Lucian Vitale. He was a mysterious businessman with no interest in love, and as people whispered, colder than ice. Given her circumstances, Sera had no choice but to accept. She became his pretend wife, bound by contract. It was a kind of relationship she’d never imagined living. Sera had never planned to fall for a man she’d never seen. But with every touch, every murmur from Lucian, she was slowly pulled under by longing and feelings that should never have taken root. In darkness, she learned to love—and to bleed. Then came the day her vision returned. She heard a truth that shattered her world and tore at her heart. Frightened beyond reason, Sera ran and vanished. She carried a secret in her womb: the child of their passionate nights together. Four years slipped by. A man stepped back into her life. Same voice, same scent, same way his hands found hers… but he did not know her. He had amnesia. Can Sera escape the man who once meant everything to her? Or is this fate’s way of calling them back to settle what they began—in their beds, their hearts, and the secrets that still wait to be told? Between lies, desire, and memories… will they choose each other still?

"Once ruthless, always ruthless—or so it was thought. But not for Elijah Rey Penelton, who met Samara Cortez, one of his clan’s associates. What will Elijah do when his stone-cold heart is struck by Cupid’s arrow? Will love affect his daily routine as a mafia boss? What if their very first meeting leaves Samara irritated with him? Can Cupid make his plan work for the two of them? Elijah Rey Penelton—a ruthless mafia boss who will experience his first love, a force that will change everything in his life. Will he accept those changes?"

Three years ago Rosaline was the kind of architect people talked about at industry dinners. Young. Brilliant. The woman who could look at a set of blueprints and see things nobody else saw. Then a building collapsed and fourteen people died and somehow her signature ended up on every piece of evidence the prosecutors needed to bury someone. She didn't do it. Didn't cut corners. Didn't sign off on bad materials. But nobody was interested in what she didn't do. They were interested in a name to put on the tragedy and hers fit perfectly. Now she goes by Rose. Works under a fake name doing drafting work that bores her half to death. Lives in a one bedroom apartment with a radiator that doesn't work and a fridge that hums too loud and a stack of medical bills on the kitchen counter that gets taller every month. Her younger brother David is dying. His heart is giving out on him one bad day at a time and the treatment that could save him costs more money than she'll see in the next five years. She's not chasing dreams anymore. She's chasing survival and most days survival is winning. Christopher Thorne built half of Chicago's new skyline and hated every glass tower he put up. Billionaire. Developer. The man the business magazines call the Steel King because he's cold and hard and nobody gets through. But the magazines don't know what he does at night. They don't know he hasn't slept properly since the night he crawled out of a collapsed building with a scar on his arm and concrete dust in his lungs. The media said he was lucky. He knows better. He's alive because one section of that building held when everything else fell. One stairwell. Reinforced exactly right. Designed by the same woman the whole world decided to blame. He's been looking for her for three years. When he finds her she's on a scaffold fourteen stories up fixing someone else's mistakes for twelve dollars an hour. He offers her a job. Not just any job. A project big enough to pay for her brother's treatment and terrifying enough to drag her right back into the world that destroyed her. He doesn't tell her he was in that building. Doesn't mention that her work is the reason he walked out alive. Doesn't say a word about the guilt that's been eating him from the inside for three years. She takes the job because she doesn't have a choice. David is running out of time and Christopher is holding the only door open. Working with him is like standing too close to something hot. He pushes her. Challenges her. Sees the genius she's been hiding and refuses to let her keep it buried. Late nights turn into shared meals. Arguments about steel and concrete turn into conversations about scars and silence and all the things they carry when nobody's watching. She starts to see the man behind the money. Broken in places he won't let anyone touch. Haunted by something he won't name. Looking at her sometimes with this expression she can't figure out, like she's the answer to a question he's afraid to ask. She falls for him. The kind of falling where you know it's a bad idea and you do it anyway because your chest doesn't listen to your brain. But Christopher has a secret. And it's not small. He didn't hire her because she was talented. He hired her because he owes her a debt she doesn't know about. A debt built on a night of fire and concrete and people who didn't make it out. Everything he's done, the contract, the medical wing, the protection, all of it is a transaction dressed up as affection. Or at least that's what it looks like when Rosaline finally finds out the truth. And when she does she has to answer the one question that terrifies her more than losing her career ever did. Did he ever actually love her? Or was she just the last line on a guilty man's ledger, the final payment on a debt he's been carrying for three years? Some debts don't come with a price tag. But somebody always pays.

“What was rule number two again?” Atlas' voice dropped so low, a chill ran through Aveline's body. “PDAs are just that. Affections can never happen off camera,” she whispered breathlessly. “Well technically we're outside,” he leaned into her ears. “And right now, I need to be inside you.” Atlas Sinclair is running out of time. He has exactly three days to get married before his cousin, or else, he'll be completely kicked off the race for the Sinclair major inheritance. Aveline Parker is an unfortunate soul who has just lost her boyfriend and best friend due to their infidelity. One drunken night of passion between the two spirals into a contract marriage. Aveline is soon thrown into the world of sinful wolves in sheep clothing, and there are just so many rules she has to keep up with. Atlas thinks he can enforce and keep these rules, but Aveline isn't making things easy with her lips that were designed for kissing. It starts with a kiss, and gradually, he starts to break all of the rules for her. Will he break the biggest rule and go against his family for her? Or is that a line that not even his desire for her can cross? Find out in this explosively sexy book; A NIGHT IN SIN CITY

She learned early that love was a luxury she could not afford. He grew up believing love was something you sampled, not something you kept. Mira Hale had admired him from afar for years, quietly, foolishly, knowing someone like her was never meant to exist in his world. As an orphan, she mastered the art of being invisible, of surviving without expecting more. Especially not him. Especially not Alex Kingsley, the billionaire’s son whose name alone carried temptation and destruction in equal measure. Alex never noticed her. Not until she walked into his father’s company wearing an employee badge and a calm that did not bend for his charm. Curiosity turns into attention. Attention turns into obsession. And suddenly, the girl who once hid in the background becomes the only person who makes him pause. But a playboy does not unlearn desire overnight. And a girl with nothing to fall back on cannot afford to trust easily. Between rumors, jealousy, power games, and fear, their love becomes a battlefield where affection and doubt collide. Some loves ruin you. Some change you. And some demand everything you are afraid to give.

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family. But fate doesn't follow orders. Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything. A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness. She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist. But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed.  She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing. They told her different names. A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.” Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.” A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.” Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?” The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul. Lara Norse Kromwel. Daughter of General Odin Norse. Empress of the First Empire. But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty. “This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!"

My father sold me to settle a gambling debt. I didn’t know until the man I’d been serving coffee to for two months pulled out my chair at a brunch table in Vail. An engagement clause with my name on it, signed eight weeks ago without my knowledge. My father couldn’t look at me. Cole Ashford couldn’t stop looking. Cole is the CEO of Palisade and leader of the 303. He bought my father’s debt in one night. He told him the clause was worthless before the ink dried—and let him sign it anyway. He knows my lease, my coffee, my life. He broke into my apartment while I was in Vail and left a cup of coffee brewed exactly the way I brew it, still warm when I walked through the door. I hated him. I hated more the way my body wouldn’t agree. His voice landed behind my ribs and spread where it had no business spreading. His gaze dropped to my mouth and I felt it on my skin for hours. The most dangerous man in Denver looked at me like I was the only thing his empire couldn’t buy. I wanted to burn the part of me that responded. I built Treeline from three years of tips and a lease in Union Station. Now I’m discovering the ground beneath it was his before I laid the first brick—engineered by a man who doesn’t take what he wants. He builds a world where what he wants walks in on its own. But every touch he takes gives him nothing. Granite and ice. Every touch I choose to give him changes everything. He thinks he claimed me. He’s wrong. The only version of me worth having walks in on her own. And I haven’t decided yet.

Synopsis: My Contract Boyfriend Two broken hearts. One fake relationship. Zero room for error. Ella Royal is tired of being the "disappointment" of her elite, high-achieving family. Faced with a humiliating family dinner and a sister who won't stop mocking her, Ella tells the biggest lie of her life: she’s dating the city’s most untouchable heir, Henry Hordesen. But Henry is a man of ice. Recently dumped by the woman he still loves, he has no interest in Ella's family drama—until she offers him a deal he can’t refuse. He needs to make his ex-girlfriend burn with jealousy, and Ella needs a shield against her family's judgment. The Deal is simple: Play the perfect, doting couple in public. No real feelings allowed. Use each other to get what they want. But as the "Contract Couple" prepares for a high-stakes gala, the plan starts to crumble. When they are seated directly across from Henry’s ex and her new flame, the "act" becomes dangerously intimate. Forced to play the role of a woman in love while Henry’s eyes are still searching for his ex, Ella realizes she’s signed a contract with the one man who can truly destroy her. In a world of designer gowns and cold-blooded social climbing, can Ella protect her heart, or will she become collateral damage in Henry's war for revenge?