Anna Fermis

Pompous silver eyes, generating his arrogance and irresistible appeal. A deceiving good looks that is scandalous. This is how Jeneviv described the man who ruined the life of her sister. As he watched her, nothing else stuck in his mind but obscenity. Gabrielle Andromeda. he is coldly famous for making turning bunch of women cry. Sitting at the bar counter, he was alone this time. He seemed to have his own world in that noisy place. He had been following this man for several weeks. it has been approached by socialites there for a while but no one is lucky enough to get its elusive attention. It's been a year since the death of her sister Jeneva. He could not forgive the man who ruined his brother's future and pushed him to take his own life. he motioned to the bartender and added a drink. He glanced at the man again as the music and the color of the lights changed. Two socialites came here again. But like others, he also left disappointed. How many are those already? he could no longer follow the number. He interrupted his sip of his wine when he suddenly looked at her behavior. She tried to strike a sweet smile. But it took the sight back. Will the man also scold her if she approaches? Come what may. He will try anyway. he will not miss the opportunity he has been waiting for a long time. Jeneviv took a deep breath and collected her air. It's now or never. He left his seat and approached Gabrylle Andromeda. "Hi!" He gave her his sweetest smile. it did not return his greeting. He didn't even look at her when he sat on the stool next to the one she was sitting on. He probably thought he was just the same as the girls who were hanging around earlier. She inhaled deeply. Is he drunk and his eyes are deceiving him? this guy is three times gorgeous up-close. Those snob silver eyes are terribly beautiful that it sucked her in. "What do you want?" he asked still not looking at her. It is true. This man is the king of blasphemy. "Why are you alone?" "Did it bother you?" Wrong move. it just seemed to get more and more grumpy. He turned the chair to face it. "Gabrylle Andromeda, buy me." He is no longer swimming. They are also going to talk like this. I just hope it will bite his drama. So he can start the plan. "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested. besides, a minor like you shouldn't be here in this place." He almost laughed at his impression. Does he look at him as a minor? He looked at himself. Does he look like he's still in high school? "I'm an adult. I'm twenty-two years old." "Still a minor." he signaled to the bartender and added a drink. He snorted. What is an adult on this planet? Forty? Fifty years old? "I'm not joking." He grunted. "I'm selling myself to you." He just looked at her there. Its sharp gaze is menacing. but he did not move. "Well, would you like to buy me?" He was upset. "Give me a reason to do that." "I can make you happy."

eight years ago, Iuhence met Mhelanie Tschauder in his mother's birthday party. She is the most stunning and ravishing woman his eyes ever laid on. In just one night, she managed to awaken emotions that only a man who has a heart can feel-apparently he has none. eight years later, they met again. The feeling is still there. It didn't go away even if he buried it in the deepest part of his being. But apparently, Mhel doesn't care if she made him feel strange emotions. she doesn't even care when he tells her that he is always housing a boner every time she is near. He doesn't care about him even if he gets run over by a sixteen wheeler truck. And it irritates him. No woman has ever discarded him. No woman has ever refused him. there is no woman who does not care about him. Women begged to be pleasured by him. But not Mhel. She's irritatingly different. She's annoyingly beautiful. And a man got to do what a man got to do in order to get the attention of the woman who dwells on his heart and mind. So ... he kidnapped her.

Tyron is a one-woman-man kind of guy. He doesn't do cheating and flings. He believes that a man should only love one woman. The longest relationship he has is three years and still going strong. but his belief about love was challenged by cupid when Raine Lynn Dizon barged into his life - literally. When he saw her heart-shaped face, Argentine eyes and sweltering lips, his belief was forgotten. all he could remember was his need to kiss those sultry lips and stared at her tantalizing Argentine eyes. Will he resist the attraction he feels for the girl even though he knows it is wrong or would he let his feelings show as he thrust hard and deep inside her?

PROLOGUE "Mom, is that you?" I asked when I could get out of the bathroom. I took a bath because it's late and I don't want to sleep sweaty, because I'm sticky. "Ma?" .I repeat because of the faint sound I hear from the window, it's raining hard now and it still hasn't stopped since yesterday. I heard a crack in the window again but I just ignored it. .Maybe it's just leaves flying because of the strength of the wind, I also don't want to look because I'm scared. Maybe what creature I see there. I just lay down on the bed and leaned my head on its headboard and because I had a towel on my head my hair was a bit pulled. "Ah!" .I was stunned by the loud thunder and I accidentally knocked over my cellphone which was just on the side table, at the same time an envelope was dropped and its contents were scattered. One by one I picked it up and marveled at its contents. Where did it come from? What is it for? This is my photo! .my eyes widened when I saw that, it was my picture where I was taking a bath before. I have no cover here in the photo while facing the shower. I felt very nervous because I didn't know who took the picture of me? He's voyeurizing me! .I crumpled the picture I was holding and looked at the other photos again, I cried because it was disgusting to know that he was watching me while taking a bath and what's worse is that he was taking a picture of me! It might suddenly appear on social media and go viral, I'm scared. .there was a small piece of paper tucked inside the envelope so I immediately opened it which I wish I hadn't done because there was a message there. You're so sexy as f'ck .

"Choose, my life or the life of your bride ?!" In an instant, I am standing at the edge of the cliff, ready to jump any time. I saw her run away, still visible to my eyes. We were far away but I could still see him. "Of course! My wedding life! Xavierre Van Vladymir's life!" Huh? Am I alive? Then that means ... "Yes, you are." In just a snap she is in front of me again, she's indeed a vampire now. "So go ahead and jump in." Then she kissed me.

Elvy Ashton was a smart, obidient and know-her-limitation woman. A kind of woman that Prince Dwight Luhence Emmerson, the next king of Filifia, wants. He wanted her badly that he almost forget his responsibilities in his country. Dwight need to marry the lost princess of Ihmapuleya and having an affair with Elvy would totally ruin his reputation as the next king. But would he risk his country just to be with Elvy? Who he thought was in love with another man. Would he risk everything he had just to loved Elvy Ashton? That he doesn't know was the lost princess of Ihmapuleya that he must marry.

"I was blinded by the sunlight hitting my face I was probably yawning because I was tired and drowsy — Wait, am I dead? I quickly sat up but I was stopped by what I felt holding my hand "Hmm" I think he's awake I just stared at it until he opened his eyes and his eyes widened looking at me Do i look like a ghost? "Hi?" I'm asking for salt "G-are you awake yet?" Question it "Is it obvious?" I squealed and pulled my own hand away "Wait, dear princess and I will call your father and mother as well as your siblings" He said at length that I just nodded But wait? Did he call me princess? WTF? !!! I ran to the bathroom, how did I know? kasi may sign tsk I immediately searched where the mirror was when I found it I saw a beautiful fairy Damn she's so gorgeous "Don't tell me that?" I pointed to the girl in front of me "No fckng way!" I speak weakly To make sure I wasn’t dreaming I punched the glass I felt so painful that I just laughed softly because I wasn't dreaming fck, I REINCARNATE TO A GIRL BODY?!!"

Ivana Evans is in love with her bestfriend's childhood friend Evren Wilson that is a popular guy in their school. But what if everything change because of Faded Memories.No matter what happen memories will never fade, memories will never be replaced.That's what I always believe.Part of our memories are how we feel about each other, the times we are together and the two of us are happy. All of that is a part of our core memories.No matter what happen memories will never fade.But what if destiny suddenly takes it?Memories will never be replaced.But what if our memories of the person I love dearly were replaced by the memories of the person he was with when he forgot who I was in his life.No matter what happen memories will never fade, memories will never be replaced.That's what I believe.But what if he really forgot?What if he doesn't know me anymore?What if he remembered something else?What if he no longer knows who I am in his life?And what if the happy memories of the two of us were completely replaced?Could I still believe it?

Amelia sat alone at the City Marriage Bureau, watching the clock tick down to closing time. Fifteen minutes before the doors shut, a phone call shattered her last flicker of hope. Her fiancé, Kayson, wasn't coming. He had abandoned their wedding registration because Kamila-her stepsister-had twisted her ankle. It was his ninth broken promise. When Amelia returned home, there was no comfort. Her biological mother sneered at her humiliation, shielding the stepsister while ordering Amelia to apologize to Kayson. "Who would she marry without Kayson?" her mother mocked. "Let's see how long she survives out there without his money." Meanwhile, Kayson arrogantly dismissed her absence. Finding out she had vanished, he just laughed it off with his assistant. "It's just a tantrum to force my hand," Kayson smirked. "She still can't live without me." After nine years of absolute devotion, she was nothing but a convenient placeholder to the man she loved, and a worthless joke to her own family. The suffocating weight of their betrayal finally snapped something inside her. She packed a single suitcase, threw away nine years of anniversary gifts, and permanently blocked Kayson's number. Standing in the freezing wind, she pulled out her phone and dialed the private number of Kayson's biggest, most ruthless rival. "Mr. Thornton, what you said seven months ago... does the offer to marry me still stand?" Ten minutes later, a sleek black Maybach pulled up to the curb.

For seven years, Rose Bennett was Ryan Knight's secret wife. While all of New York believed Samantha Hikk would become Mrs. Knight, Rose silently endured a cold marriage to a man who never loved her. Until one night, Samantha is rushed into Rose's emergency room pregnant. and Ryan is the one protecting her. That is the night Rose stops loving him. What Ryan never knew was that Rose had already given birth to his daughter years ago after he rejected both mother and child without hesitation. So Rose walks away-with only two suitcases, a hidden daughter, and the shattered remains of seven years. But the woman Ryan abandoned is no ordinary wife. Rose is the hidden genius behind Aetheris Medical AI, the revolutionary system about to change the entire medical world. As Rose rises to the top, becoming untouchable, powerful, and impossible to replace, Ryan finally realizes the devastating truth- He didn't lose a woman who loved him. He lost the only woman he would ever love. And by then, even their daughter no longer calls him father.

My four-year-old daughter was dying of leukemia, waiting desperately for a bone marrow transplant. I begged my billionaire husband to just call the registry or visit her, but he claimed he was too busy with board meetings to care. Until the hospital informed me that my daughter's life-saving bone marrow had been suddenly reallocated to another patient. When I walked down the VIP hallway, I found my husband. He wasn't at a board meeting. He was gently peeling an apple, playing the loving father to his widowed mistress's daughter. When my pale, sick daughter called out for him, he instinctively stepped back in disgust. I later discovered the mistress had bribed the hospital to swap the registry numbers, stealing my daughter's marrow for her own child. When I demanded a divorce, my husband laughed in my face. "You haven't worked a day in four years. You're a purchased asset. You don't get to walk away." He threatened to freeze my accounts, assuming I would be starving on the streets and begging to come back. His family and the mistress publicly mocked my background, waiting for me to be utterly humiliated. They thought I was just a useless, penniless housewife who relied entirely on his last name to survive. They didn't know I never needed a single cent of his money. I packed my bags, took my daughter, and made a single phone call. Three days later, at his family's elite banquet, my husband waited to see me beg. Instead, the most powerful corporate magnate in North America walked right past him, bowed to me at a perfect ninety-degree angle, and spoke. "Welcome back to the throne, Madam."

For four years, Ellyn was the scarred, despised wife of billionaire Baron Hudson, enduring his cruelty with silent devotion. But one night, after brutally forcing himself on her, he threw divorce papers at her bruised chest. "Did you really think I could ever stomach looking at that hideous face of yours for the rest of my life?" He kicked her out into the freezing rain because his flawless true love, Christine, was finally coming home. To ensure Ellyn suffered, Baron froze all her bank accounts, wanting her to starve on the streets until she begged for his mercy. Penniless and shivering in a rundown apartment, Ellyn discovered she was pregnant with his child, right as the news broadcasted him lovingly welcoming Christine at the airport. Her heart died completely. She had given him ten years of her life, only to be thrown away like garbage. But a shocking miracle happened: the intimate trauma had somehow triggered a biological cure, completely peeling away the ugly scar that had ruined her face for twenty years. If the ruthless Hudson family found out she was healed and carrying the heir, they would steal her baby and destroy her. Instead of taking his five-million-dollar hush money, Ellyn tore the contract to pieces, hid her newly flawless face, and vanished to Paris. Four years later, the Hudson family's grand banquet was brought to a dead halt by a stunning, untouchable woman in a red trench coat and her genius three-year-old son. Ellyn was back, and she wasn't the ugly duckling anymore.

For five years, I abandoned my status as the heiress of the powerful Montgomery family to play the role of a poor, submissive housewife for Barrett. Then, a bank notification popped up on my phone. Barrett had forged my digital signature and transferred our entire $50 million joint trust fund to a woman named Crista Reid. When I called his boardroom to confront him, he humiliated me in front of a dozen Wall Street executives. "Stop acting like a hysterical housewife. You're living in a penthouse I pay for, so don't embarrass yourself." I broke into his encrypted laptop and uncovered the sickening truth. Crista was his mistress, and they had a five-year-old son together. Barrett hadn't just stolen my money; he had spent years painting me as a helpless charity case he rescued, completely erasing the fact that my financial models built his entire company. He thought I was just a discarded peasant he could manipulate, cheat on, and replace. He truly believed he held absolute power over my life. He had no idea that I still possessed the highest security clearance of the Montgomery empire. I pulled an old BlackBerry from a hidden wall compartment, plugged it in, and dialed my family's lawyer. "Draft the prenup for Commodore Clayton IV," I ordered, choosing to marry Wall Street's most ruthless predator. "I'm done playing the peasant."

I think it was more of guilt than worry. I was fucking my ex fiancee's father and while I may not know how this leads, I knew I never wanted it to end. Liv Bennett thought she had her future all figured out-until the night she caught her fiancé, Aaron Blackwood, in a passionate betrayal with her step sister just a night before their wedding. Heartbroken and humiliated, Liv drowns her sorrows in alcohol and ends up sharing a heated, unforgettable night with a mysterious older man. But when the haze of the night clears, Liv's world is turned upside down again. The man she had a one night stand with is none other than Kaelon Blackwood-Aaron's father and a powerful billionaire alpha. As Liv struggles to pick up the pieces of her shattered life, she discovers she's pregnant with Kaelon's child, throwing her into a whirlwind of scandal and forbidden love. Caught between the betrayal of the past and the temptation of a forbidden future, Livphina must find the strength to choose her own path. But can she overcome the obstacles of age, power, and family to claim the love that was never meant to be hers? Will she walk away from the man who could destroy her-or embrace the one who might just save her?

When her half-sister stole her fiancé, scarred her face, and threw her from a skyscraper, Amelia thought it was the end-until fate gave her a second chance. Reborn with bitter clarity, she vowed not to repeat the same mistakes. In her past life, she had been kind to a fault; now, she would wear a mask of innocence to outmaneuver every snake in the grass. One by one, she tore down their schemes-leaving her treacherous sister begging, her stepmother pleading, her worthless father groveling, and her ex-fiancé crawling back. Her response was a cold smirk and two words: "Get lost." But the one thing she never anticipated was crossing paths with Damien Taylor-the most powerful and untouchable man in the capital-on the very first day of her new life. They said he was ruthless, ice-cold, immune to any woman's charm. Amelia believed it. until she learned the truth: the man was dangerously cunning. "Miss Johnson, I saved you. How about dinner?" "Miss Johnson, I helped you. Don't you owe me a favor?" Backed against the wall, Amelia felt his low voice vibrate through her: "You owe me too much, Amelia. It's time to pay up-starting with you." Only much later would she realize. she'd been owing him all along.

For ten years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to my wealthy husband, managing his severe OCD and hosting flawless high-society parties. But on our tenth anniversary, when I brought him his special hangover soup, I caught him sleeping with my younger sister in our master bedroom. Instead of panicking, he coldly handed me divorce papers with zero assets. He told me I was just a "placeholder" until my sister finished her degree and was ready to take my spot. Desperate, I called my mother for help, only to find out she had known about their affair for years. "You don't have Jana's drive or her looks. You clean house and you cook. That's not a wife, that's a domestic." My own mother sneered at me, telling me to walk away quietly because our family needed his financial support. They kicked me out of the penthouse with nothing but a suitcase, laughing that a woman who hadn't worked in a decade would end up begging on the streets. I bled for this family for ten years, only to be thrown away like garbage when my sister wanted my life. But they didn't know that while I was playing the boring housewife, I had secretly earned a Cordon Bleu diploma, a Cornell nutrition certification, and a Columbia master's degree. Using a hidden photo to blackmail a property out of him, I packed my elite credentials and landed a $300,000-a-year job managing a billionaire's estate. When my ex-husband drunkenly called days later demanding I come back to serve him, I calmly hit block.

"Sign them. Now!" He threw the papers across the bed and they fluttered in front of me, taunting me with words boldly spelled on them. Divorce. My blood had fizzled out. I refused to believe this was happening. I had never filled myself with delusions of Ezekiel ever loving me, but I had truly believed we could both tolerate our obligations to each other. Perhaps I was just blinded by love. "You're breaking this marriage because of Ellen? Because of my sister?" **** As though the death of her grandmother and a painful divorce weren't enough torture for one day, Camille Manor stands frozen in the face of a family annulment. Letting go of her past life, she leaves for the States where she aims to start life afresh and raise her children not even the father knew about. Things change when she receives a shocking letter that changes everything. Now, after four years of staying away, Camille must return to London to face the lurking shadows of her past. But with her ex-husband back in her life, will her plans for revenge go smoothly? In the midst of exposing buried family secrets, she struggles to tame the feelings she still has for Zeke despite his betrayal while hiding his paternity over her children. Meanwhile, she takes down the Manor's one by one in a bid to reclaim the honor that was once hers. Delve into the soul-gripping romance between Kamille and Ezekiel as they navigate a web of lies, betrayal and deceit within family ties. As well as unravel a secret nobody saw coming.

They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, mine didn't. I came back with a marriage certificate bearing a stranger's name, a ring worth more than my parents' love ever was, and a son whose father I've never seen, never known, never remembered. I went to Vegas for a racing competition. I won. I celebrated. And somewhere between the victory and the sunrise, my life changed forever. For six years, I've lived with the consequences of one reckless night. I built an empire. I raised my son. And I searched for the man who changed my life without even knowing it. Then fate laughed in my face. My sister married my ex-fiancé-the man I was promised to since childhood. The man I was supposed to become Mrs. Windsor for. The man who now wears my family name... and looks far too much like my child. Every time I'm near him, the past presses closer. Every glance feels like a question I'm terrified to ask. I shouldn't notice him. I shouldn't feel anything. He is my sister's husband. But some secrets refuse to stay buried. Because the truth about Vegas isn't just in the ring on my finger or the child in my arms. It's standing right in front of me. And when it finally comes out, it won't just destroy a marriage, it will burn an empire to the ground.