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Lyra Ashford, a young doctor, believed her life with her fiancé, Lucas Arden, was just beginning. But everything changed when Lucas suddenly left to go abroad, postponing their wedding without even asking her. He simply assumed she would wait for him to return. But Lyra, to protect her family, she agreed to marry Rowan Pierce instead—a man she never imagined she could love. At the altar, Rowan made it clear he would not accept a marriage of convenience. He wanted Lyra to choose him freely, not out of obligation.

Kissabel Hilson was born to inherit an empire—but destiny had other plans. As the rightful heiress of the powerful Hilson Empire, Kissabel’s life should have been perfect. Instead, it shattered the night her mother disappeared and her father remarried a woman who turned her home into a battlefield. Betrayed by family, abandoned by the man she loved, and framed by the very blood she shared, Kissabel learns early that love is a weapon—and mercy is a weakness. On the night she is humiliated before the elite of V City, Kissabel walks away from everything she once believed in. What she doesn’t know is that her fall places her directly in the path of Adrian Goodwill—a ruthless CEO feared in the business world and whispered about in the mafia underworld. Cold, calculating, and dangerously irresistible, Adrian doesn’t believe in love. He believes in control. But Kissabel is unlike any woman he’s ever met. As secrets buried for decades begin to surface, Kissabel discovers that her missing mother was not just a victim—but the crown princess of a dominant mafia clan who sacrificed power for forbidden love. And now, that legacy is calling Kissabel home. Caught between corporate wars, mafia bloodlines, and a love that was never supposed to exist, Kissabel must choose: Run from her destiny… Or embrace the darkness and rule beside the man who would burn the world to protect her. Because when a mafia king falls in love, it is never gentle— it is unconditional.

A modern director unexpectedly returns to Hollywood in 1986, and began his legendary journey to take control of the centre of largest film and television industry in the world, step by step. (This is a translated novel by Just Do or Jia Si Te Du, at least as far I could find, I've mainly edited it to make it more consistent and coherent than any version I could find)

Synopsis Ariana Cole never planned to desire her sister’s husband. After losing her job, Ariana moves into the Blackwood mansion, hoping only to rebuild her life quietly under her sister Vanessa’s roof. What she doesn’t expect is Adrian Blackwood, Vanessa’s billionaire husband, cold, commanding, and dangerously irresistible. From stolen glances to forbidden touches, Ariana finds herself trapped in a relentless pull she cannot escape. Adrian refuses to let her go, closing every distance she tries to place between them. Every time she gives in, guilt consumes her, because the man who awakens her deepest desires belongs to her sister. Their affair unfolds everywhere: behind closed doors, in shadowed hallways, bathroom, library, the study, stolen moments that blur the line between resistance and surrender. Ariana knows she should stop. She knows the truth will destroy everything. But Adrian is no longer willing to pretend. As Vanessa remains unaware of the betrayal growing inside her own home, secrets spiral out of control. Desire turns into obsession. Obsession turns into possession. And when Ariana discovers she is carrying Adrian’s child, the forbidden sin can no longer stay hidden. When the truth finally explodes, who will survive the fallout, and who will Adrian choose when forced to decide between his marriage and the woman carrying his heir?

She was given a second chance at the life she ruined. This time, she didn’t run from the man everyone feared. She set boundaries. He was powerful. Obsessed. Dangerous in ways that never crossed a line. And somehow— she was the only thing he was willing to lose control for.

It is no argument that human beings will do anything to get what they want and Alanna Rhee Ingram wasn't an exception to this rule. She believed that in order to get what you wanted there were sacrifices you had to be willing to make. Even if those sacrifices warranted one's death. Especially when the death of that person could bring you a step closer to your utmost goal.

★DARK ROMANCE★ ^WARNING 18+,^ [5 CHAPTERS TO BE UPDATED ON CHRISTMAS DAY!] In a world dominated by organized crime and ruthless power struggles, a tangled web of trauma, revenge, and forbidden passion unfolds. Katya Volkov, the stunning but vulnerable daughter of the Russian Mafia's feared right-hand man, has endured a childhood of unrelenting brutality and neglect. Growing up, Katya was repeatedly tormented by her father's resentment, leaving her emotionally shattered and unloved. However, Katya's life was about to take a much darker turn. Romeo Salvatore, a name that was both feared and respected, emerged from the shadows. His traumatic past has left an indelible mark on his soul, rendering him cold and detached. Seeking retribution, Romeo launches a daring invasion of the Volkov's heavily guarded estate. He captures both Katya and her abusive father, subjecting them to merciless torture. Convinced of Katya's complicity in her father's heinous crimes, Romeo executes her father and condemns Katya to a life of hellish slavery. Yet, as time passes, the boundaries between captor and captive begin to blur. Katya and Romeo find themselves inexorably drawn into a forbidden bond, igniting a fiery passion that threatens to consume them both. Torn between his thirst for revenge and his burgeoning desire for Katya, Romeo is forced to confront the darkness within himself, would he be consumed by lust, passion and possibly love or would he stay loyal with his beliefs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~This story is an enemies to lover type so don't expect all fluff and rainbows. ~Weak to strong female ~ML is ruthless, don't expect him to be a saint. ~No rape ~humours, laugher, tears and blush. ~ And lastly, this story is not for the weak hearted~

Who is she in this life? A bride, a pawn… or just a substitute for someone who will never come? Rosy, a girl cast out by her own family, had her identity switched to be married into a noble household. A wedding with no invitations, no blessings only the cold binding from a man named Captian Anderson, the ruthless CEO behind the largest corporation holding the key to the entire banking and finance industry. Forced into marriage to save her family’s failing company, Rosy had no idea she was stepping into a maze of conspiracies, deceitful pasts, and chilling secrets no one had ever spoken of. She must live with a man rumored to be incapable of feeling, someone whose eyes reflect no emotion, yet always see through her as if he has known her for a very long time. Between love and control, trust and lies, Rosy has no choice but to stand up and reclaim herself, even when the love that begins to blossom may become the greatest threat of all. "To survive this velvet prison, she must learn how to make her captor love her to death."

emily a young lady looking for a job and fortunately finds it but is surprised to see who she's now working for

[R18, Mature, Violence] On the night before Marissa’s wedding, she’s brutally killed by her fiancé and best friend. They stole her company, fame, life, but the universe had other plans. Marissa wakes up five years in the past, the night of the infamous Blackwood Spring Gala. Armed with the memories of her future, she sheds her "angelic" persona and dons a mask of ice. She won’t just survive this time, she’ll compose a masterpiece of ruin for those who betrayed her. But she’d need a monster on her side, Killian Blackwood, the cold blooded king of finance, who hasn’t felt a heartbeat since the death of his mother. One forbidden song played on a golden harp is all it takes to bind them. A contract marriage. A shared bed. A mutual thirst for ruin. ———————————————————————————————- The double doors of the Blackwood penthouse slammed shut, echoing like a gunshot. Marissa hadn't even had time to turn around before Killian's shadow engulfed her. He was a wall of cold fury and suffocating heat. “You think you’re so bright, don’t you?” Killian’s voice was a low, menacing hum against her ear. He’d yet to touch her, but his nearness was a palpable force. His scent was nothing if not intoxicating: the rich aroma of night air and sandalwood and the cold burn of jealousy that had been simmering all evening. “Smiling at him. Allowing Marcus to move close enough to breathe my scent. Do you think I would not notice?” Marissa tilted her head back, her eyes locking with Killian's in the reflection trapped in the floor-to-ceiling windows. "This was a function of the plan, Killian. We had agreed there would come a time when they would think I was still accessible." "The hell you were." Killian’s hand shot out, his palm slamming flat against the glass beside her head. He twisted her around roughly. His eyes were no longer black as obsidian; they were hot enough to melt steel. Before she could say one more thing to defy him, his lips crashed down onto hers. It wasn’t an invitation; it was an appropriation. It tasted of bourbon and the need that had been burning since the moment she put her first step out onto that stage. Marissa let out a tight gasp, her hands flying up to his chest. Her fingers, which had once enthralled the entire city, weren’t pushing him away; they were clawing at his chest, tearing at his shirt until the buttons went flying across the marble floor like plastic hail. Killian groaned into her mouth, a primal sound of noise. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her towards the massive mahogany desk in the room. He used one arm to knock the crystal decanters off the desk, shattering glass in a sound that broke the silence of the room. He pushed her toward the edge of the desk and began working on the zipper of her dress with deadly precision. “To hell with the contract,” he muttered against her skin, his breathing ragged. “Tonight, you’re not playing for revenge. You’re playing for me.”

I was a desperate, debt-drowned computer-science student when Selene Kade Rowan, the most feared billionaire CEO on the continent, made me an offer I couldn’t refuse: tutor her seventeen-year-old genius daughter, Aurelia. One rule, carved in ice: “Lay a finger on her and I’ll erase you from this earth.” Selene broke it first. It started with a midnight glass of water in her kitchen. Ended with me pinned against marble countertops, her manicured nails drawing blood down my back while her daughter slept upstairs. She took my virginity the same way she took companies fast, totally, and without mercy, and paid me enough to keep my family from living in a car. I became the secret she couldn’t quit. She became the devil who owned my survival. Then Aurelia started to melt. The untouchable prodigy who treated feelings like viruses began lingering after lessons. A brush of fingers over code. A stare that lasted too long. When she followed me to university the next semester, the air between us turned flammable. I told myself I could handle both. I was wrong. One rain-drenched night during campus festival, Aurelia kissed me like the world was ending and whispered the childhood nickname only I was ever allowed to use. Someone filmed it. Someone sent it straight to Selene. Now the queen knows her princess has stolen her favourite toy. Selene doesn’t lose. Ever. And I’m the only thing both mother and daughter refuse to give up. In a war where money buys silence and love is the deadliest weapon, I’m the broke kid caught in the crossfire between a ruthless empress and the girl who makes me feel like I’m worth more than the price on my head. “One pays my debts with millions. The other is making me forget I ever had any.” I crossed every line they drew. Now they’re drawing new ones in blood. Warning: Dark, explicit, and unapologetically messy. Age-gap. Power imbalance. Taboo as hell. No heroes. No forgiveness. Only consequences. Reader, if you had to choose the woman who owns your life, or the girl who makes you want to burn it all down Which poison would you swallow?

Summer’s marriage to Gideon had been nothing short of a fairytale. Their days were filled with joy and peace until one incident ruined everything completely. The man she loved the most accused her of cheating. ======= “Who is the father of the child?” Gideon thundered, squeezing her shoulders. His crushing grip made her wince in pain and fear. “It’s yours. Why won’t you believe me?” “I wanted to. But these reports tell different story.” He threw the paternity test reports at her. “Hope is not my child?” The ground shattering revelation rattled Summer. She tried everything to save this marriage, but it didn’t turn well. Hidden conspiracy and betrayal tore her world apart, costing her everything, including her own life. The moment she thought it was over, she found herself gone back in time. She had been reborn. Armed with the knowledge of what was to come, she vowed to protect herself and her family. ====== “Since I’ve been given a second chance, I’ll not let the history to repeat.” She thought she would stay far away from Gideon, but fate had other plans. He appeared in front of her again six years later. This time, he didn’t want to kill her. He wanted to trap her, torment her, and own her. Would Summer let him ruin her again? Would she be able to change her fate this time? “In this life, you can never escape me,” Gideon hissed. Summer looked into his eyes coldly. “We ended things six years ago. I’ll never let you crawl back into my life again.” Pinching her chin, he declared, “No one can stop me from reclaiming you, not even you.”

He is an untouchable, a billionaire CEO whose every move made headlines. Bound by a fiancée he didn’t love, he lived behind a perfect mask for the sake of the media, never letting anyone get too close. She is his employee and doesn’t believe in love anymore. When the two meet, he was impressed by her intelligence and without knowing she became his Muse, his obsession but she is reluctant to give in, not everyone bows to his power, for the first time in his life, his cold, disciplined world began to unravel…because of her. He vowed never to let her go. Will two people who have different views of love, one believing in an ideal he hasn't found, the other scarred by an ideal she tragically lost, be able to use their shared faith in what could be to build a new, less dangerous love, or will his possessive nature force her to retreat into her grief for good?

​AFTER HE TOUCHED HER ​ At thirty-three, Brayen Mallen is a man composed of shadows and jagged edges. Once a beacon of tenderness, he was hollowed out the day a tragic wreckage claimed Vallen Zickline the woman he had fought the world to marry. She died carrying his unborn legacy, leaving Brayen a prisoner to a grief so volatile it borders on madness. For three years, he hasn't lived; he has only served a shrine of trauma and unyielding rage. When the Mallen empire demands a strategic union with the Cruze family, Brayen’s refusal is lethal. But the Cruzes are driven by fear and greed. To shield their favored daughter, Stella, from Brayen’s notorious temperament, they offer up a silent sacrifice: Chiella Cruze. ​Chiella is a ghost in her own lineage a girl forged in the fires of neglect and systemic abuse. Traded like a piece of collateral to settle a business debt, she is thrust into the path of a monster who views her very existence as a desecration of his past love. Marriage is not a sanctuary for Chiella; it is a new, more refined cage. Inside the suffocating luxury of the Mallen mansion, she becomes the vessel for Brayen’s untreated ghosts. Her reality is a relentless storm of humiliation and emotional brutality. Yet, amidst the cold, one man sees her bleeding: Lian Shao, Brayen’s closest confidant. Lian becomes the forbidden warmth in her frozen world, a protector whose kindness begins to stir a dangerous longing in Chiella’s shattered heart. By the time Brayen realizes that Chiella has filled the void Vallen left behind, the damage is irreparable. He falls for the woman he spent months breaking, only to find a hollow space where she used to be. Chiella vanishes into the night, carrying a secret he was never meant to hold: a pregnancy born of his own cruelty. ​Years of desperate searching lead Brayen to a truth that haunts his soul that he was merely the second monster in her life, continuing the cycle of torment she had endured since childhood. When Brayen finally tracks her down, he finds a woman he no longer recognizes. She has a new name, a new life, and five-year-old twins who bear his eyes but not his name. Standing guard over her is Lian Shao—the friend who stayed when Brayen struck, the man who has nearly replaced him in every way that matters. ​The ultimate revelation shatters the foundations of their world: Chiella is no common casualty. She is the lost blood of a supreme noble house, a lineage that dwarfs the Mallens. ​To reclaim his family, Brayen must go to war. He must fight the nobility, his former brother-in-arms, and the hardened fortress of Chiella’s heart. He must prove that the monster has finally learned how to love before the shadows of his sins entomb them all forever.

One night. One mistake. One scandal that changed everything. Evelyn Charlotte Carter never imagined her name would end up in the headlines — betrayed by her boyfriend, accused of an affair and thrust into a storm she never saw coming. But what the world doesn’t know is that Alexander Reid, the ruthless and composed heir of the Reid empire, has loved her for years. He saw her first. He let her go once. And now when fate gives him another chance, he refuses to walk away again. Protecting her should have been simple—a gesture of goodwill and an old guilt righted. But it isn’t. Every stolen glance, every quiet word stirs what he has tried to bury for years. Evelyn’s kindness draws him closer and her pain destroys his restraint. And soon, obsession replaces control. Caught between loyalty, desire and the shadows of a family that thrives on secrets, Alexander must decide how far he is willing to go for the only woman he has ever loved. Or risk losing her and himself all over again.

WARNING- 18+ CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL ELEMENTS TRAUMA AND TORTURE *************************************************************************************************** Ophelia Blackwood lived her life doing everything she could to be loved. First by her parents and three elder siblings, then by her best friend, and finally by her lover. She sacrificed everything just to be valued by Vincent Dimitri, the son of one of the most dangerous mafia families in Russia, and her childhood best friend, Elosia Jonas. They were her chosen family. Yet her loyalty was repaid with betrayal. After destroying Vincent’s greatest enemy and crowning him the King of the Underworld, Ophelia was killed—by Vincent himself. Elosia hung from Vincent’s half-naked body with a smirk as Ophelia lay in a pool of her own blood. “Thank you for giving me and Vincent such an amazing wedding gift, best friend.” Only in her final breath did Ophelia realize the cruel truth—this was the world of a novel, and she was dying the death of the villainess who killed the male and female leads for love. Ophelia laughed bitterly at her fate. In pain. In misery. Realizing that being unloved and betrayed was always destined for her. But when she woke up again—twenty years old, five years before the story began—she made a different choice. This time, she wouldn’t fight for love. She would fight for revenge. Ophelia proposed a contract marriage to the man she once ruined with her own hands—her former enemy, the heir to the most powerful family on the continent, Kayros Natheniel. “I have two conditions,” Kayros said calmly. “I’ll accept whatever,” Ophelia replied coldly. “First—you don’t meddle in my business. Second—I decide when this marriage ends. of course not before three years even if you beg me to.” But in that moment, Ophelia never imagined — The most dangerous man in the novel’s world would become obsessed with her instead, obsession which is worse than obsession itself “We’re not getting a divorce,” Kayros whispered with a dark smile while thrusting hard inside her, making her scream his name in pleasure. Ophelia freezes. "What? This wasn't part of the contract." Kayros's smirk doesn't disappear; instead, his beautiful blue eyes glint with domination. “Because I never planned on letting you go, my dear wife. You were born to be MINE.”

Betrayed and killed by her husband and her family, Cordelia goes back in time and swears to have her revenge on every single person who wronged. And the first step to that, marry her ex husband's uncle.

Elara Monroe’s biggest mistake begins with a spilt drink—and ends with her working for the man she publicly challenged. Adrian Blackwood is a ruthless billionaire CEO who believes love is weakness and control is survival. When a scandal threatens his empire, he offers Elara a contract relationship meant to protect his power. No emotions. No attachment. No love. But forced proximity ignites dangerous feelings, jealousy blurs the rules, and betrayal shatters trust. When Elara discovers she may have been nothing more than a pawn, she walks away—forcing Adrian to confront the cost of control. A slow-burn billionaire romance about power, betrayal, and redemption.

After three years of marriage, when her husband's first love suddenly returned, Emma Carter was extremely shocked. Finally, she realized that all the sincere feelings she had for him over the years were now just like a river flowing away. "Emma, the Carter family has been bankrupt for a long time. Do you still think you are a noble lady? You are a weakling who can't do anything." Her mother-in-law scolded. "Emma, has my brother ever valued you? After three years of marriage, he hasn't even touched you." Her sister-in-law's voice was sarcastic. Emma was desperate; it seemed like everyone took her husband's infidelity for granted. Obviously, she did nothing wrong, but she was the one who was hurt the most. She realized that her biggest mistake was choosing to marry this heartless man. When she decided to file for divorce, he looked annoyed: “Emma, stop joking. I’ve treated you well enough.” She just coldly replied: “Daniel, aren’t you going to sign the divorce papers?” Finally, when Emma held the divorce papers from the court in her hand, she felt like she was reborn, and the atmosphere around her became fresher. She officially had a new life. “Emma, you will regret leaving me.” He angrily spat out harsh words before leaving, but Emma didn’t bother to look up. When everyone thought she would fail miserably, Alexander Knight–the famous, cold, and taciturn CEO–suddenly hugged her tightly, his voice warm and comforting: “Emma, do you have a household registration book? Let’s go register our marriage?” The entire upper class was shocked: How could Alexander Knight, a single man, marry a woman who had been married? But only Alex knew that for this chance, he had waited for her for twelve years.