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This novel is an Erotica! (18+) He was a soldier of the special force in the army. He was adopted but his adoptive parents were killed along with the little baby daughter of them when he was kid, so he wanted revenge for everything. He found his target and went there as a business partner of the man who made him lose everything he loved. Then his revenge changed into a cruel way after seeing the man’s one and only daughter! His daughter was gorgeous, innocent and lovely. Seeing her for the first time, he knew that he’s going to hurt her too. He wanted to avenge the little daughter of his adoptive parents. Like he wanted, she fell in love with him madly. She gave her everything to him like a foolish teenager, and he gladly accepted everything with the thought of him hurting her at the end. She wanted to marry him and be with him but he never wanted, no matter how gorgeous and how innocent she was, he was blinded by the revenge. He successfully accomplished his revenge, he made everyone suffer like he suffered looking at his adoptive parents' dead bodies. He also hurt the girl who loved him without a limit. But he had unintentionally made a huge mistake, a mistake which made his whole world collapse in front of his own eyes. Even though he found every information about what happened years ago, he had missed the most valuable secret and the most valuable thing to him……...

“You wanted to marry me right?” He asked as he threw her against the wall. She hissed from pain and looked at the man in front of her. He was heartless towards her but yet he’s the most handsome man she has ever seen. “F**CKING ANSWER ME ISABELLA” She shuddered under his dangerous gaze and his shout so she nodded at him with fear. “Alright, let’s play the game till one of us dies” A cold smirk appeared on his face as he watched her fear filled face. ……… Dylan Hendrix was the only heir of the Hendrix family and a billionaire. He wanted to give up on everything and go to the army but his parents forced him to marry the most gorgeous and innocent woman in their city and she was Isabella Anderson. An innocent doctor who spent her whole time with cancer patients. No one knew that her childhood crush and the man she loved was Dylan.

“Seth, I love you. I’m not lying” I grabbed his arm and said. He looked at me and shook my hand away. “We can’t Seyah. We’re siblings. We share the same blood from the same parents, we can’t be lovers” He just spoke without even caring about my feelings. Why can't he understand me? He’s still pushing me away. I love him. I forced my tears back and looked up at him as his eyes softened as he sighed and hugged me. …………. Seyah Dawson is a 16 years old girl who developed her feelings for her own brother. She grew up together with him and he was always there for her, So instead of being his sister she wanted to be his girlfriend. Seth Dawson is a 18 years old boy and he was in a mess because of his sister’s love for him. He also had the same feelings towards his sister but he couldn’t do it because they shared the same blood. But they never knew what would come next….

Delilah was a 22 years old gorgeous woman who was adopted by Quinn family. She was the chosen bride for the young ruthless billionaire named Kayden Quinn. Delilah loved Kayden as her life depending on him but the only thing she got was hurt. He hurt her by using her own love that she had for him. It was all because Kayden believed that his parents death happened because they went to save Delilah but he never knew the truth. He was blinded by the fake truth and fake hatred. He even raped her, hurt her, gave the most painful memories to her because he wanted revenge. He hated her so much but he knew one thing and that was, How much he hated, his heart would only belong to one woman in this world and that woman's place in his heart would never change, as his Delilah's love for him never changed........

I knew this day would come soon but I’m not ready yet, I’m just scared. I couldn’t even see anything because my eyes were covered with a long black satin and also my hands were tied up. The most scary thing is it’s raining and thundering heavily. After some time I heard someone’s footsteps coming towards me and I knew he’s the man that I’m going to lose my virginity. He came and climbed onto me as he placed himself top of me. I could feel his scent and it made my heart beat so fast. Then he removed my nightgown as my body began to tremble. “Scared?” He asked huskily against my ear. “Can.. can you remove this blindfold sir?” I asked as I heard his voice. “No. You shouldn’t see me” He said and with that I felt a sharp pain between my legs. So finally it happened. Tears came out of my eyes as he started to move. “Ca..can I touch you sir? It hurts” I found myself crying because I wanted something strong to depend so he untied my hands. “Of course” Without thinking I hugged him so tightly and buried my face against his neck. I felt I was an object that he uses to vent his desire, I felt like I was a cheap woman who sells her own body for money but I should be strong because I’m giving myself to save a life…. …………………………. Julianna Kennedy was a 20 years old university student, her parents were dead but she had a 7 years old little brother who is suffering from lung cancer. So she needed a huge amount of money to do his surgery. So the only option she had was to be a surrogate for a man who she never knew. Ryan Winston was a 24 years old billionaire, he was handsome but a cold hearted man. He had everything in his life but never had a woman or loved anyone but because of his grandparents’ need to see a great grandchild before they die, Ryan was forced to have a child with a surrogate. But both Julianna and Ryan never knew they were fated to each other……..

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world. In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief." But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius. Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be.

Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun. Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos. As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage. The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice. Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her.

My husband, Ethan Vance, made me his trophy wife. My best friend, Susanna Thorne, helped me pick out my wedding dress. Together, they made me a fool. For three years, I was Mrs. Ethan Vance, a decorative silence in his billion-dollar world, living a quiet routine until a forgotten phone charger led me to his office. The low, feminine laugh from behind his door was a gut-punch; inside, I found Ethan and Susanna, my "best friend" and his CMO, tangled on his sofa, his only reaction irritation. My divorce declaration brought immediate scorn and threats. I was fired, my accounts frozen, and publicly smeared as an unstable gold-digger. Even my own family disowned me for my last cent, only for me to be framed for assault and served a restraining order. Broke, injured, and utterly demonized, they believed I was broken, too ashamed to fight. But their audacious betrayal and relentless cruelty only forged a cold, unyielding resolve. Slumped alone, a restraining order in hand, I remembered my hidden journal: a log of Ethan's insider trading secrets. They wanted a monster? I would show them one.

Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.

The rain assaulted the glass, mirroring the storm inside me. For three years, I, Vivian Sterling, played the perfect wife to Julian Kensington, draining my life. The antique clock ticked, a reminder of time lost. Then, I found it: a blonde hair on Julian's suit, reeking of Midnight Rose, and a text, ""Candy: You left your cufflinks on my nightstand. I'm already missing you."" My world shattered, revealing his betrayal. This was just the beginning. I exposed Julian's fraud and his family's violent plots, surviving assassination. But their malice stole my past. Then Alexander Vance, my protector, uncovered a terrifying truth: my birth mother was alive, held captive by a shadowy order. My life was a lie, built to shield me from my dangerous bloodline. I found strength and love with Alexander, the man who walked into fire for me. Yet, as I prepared to rescue my mother, a new life stirred within me, a secret threatening to complicate the impending war.

The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand. Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn. She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back.

Zane and I were together for ten years. When he had no one, I stayed by his side, supporting his hockey career while believing at the end of all our struggles, I'll be his wife and the only one at his side. But after six years of dating, and four years of being his fiancée, not only did he leave me, but seven months later I receive an invitation... to his wedding! If that isn't bad enough, the month long wedding cruise is for couples only and requires a plus one. If Zane thinks breaking my heart left me too miserable to move on, he thought wrong! Not only did it make me stronger.. it made me strong enough to move on with his favourite bad boy hockey player, Liam Calloway.

Eleanor Vance had spent a lifetime trying to earn her family's love, offering them her heart, her talent, and her quiet devotion. But on Cassandra's birthday, her peace offering was met with a vicious lie and a stinging slap across the face. In that single, shattering moment, Eleanor realized she had been buying tickets to a bus that would never come, and something inside her snapped. Her adopted sister, Cassandra, always commanded their parents' adoration, leaving Eleanor a perpetual shadow. So when Cassandra theatrically dropped Eleanor's painstakingly restored emerald brooch, blaming her, Eleanor's mother, Vivian, lashed out with a stinging slap. Her father, Robert, coldly demanded an apology, choosing a manipulator's tears over his own daughter's truth. The familiar ache in Eleanor's chest confirmed their twisted love was not for her. A quiet, terrifying resolve settled within her. She knelt, not in humility, but with chilling purpose, tossed the emerald brooch into the roaring fireplace. ""You don't deserve it,"" she stated, devoid of warmth. Later, from a hidden compartment, she pulled out a sleek, black burner phone. ""It's time,"" Eleanor whispered. ""Initiate Phase One. Prepare the assets.""

Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit. The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena. This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone.