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David I was everything she needed, I would be her best friend, her brother, her father, her boyfriend or even her best husband. From the moment I met Rachel, I knew I was lost for her, or rather, fallen for her. Her smile, her look that showed me how fragile she was, like a flower petal. She never noticed, but her gaze sometimes betrayed her, and I saw that there was something she would never tell me. I would do anything just to have her smile on her lips in my mouth. Even finding out that she frequented the same BDSM club I did. Was my sorceress a submissive? Raquel I always imagined myself married and living happily ever after. But I knew it would never happen to me again. I watched movies, soap operas and always had the ending of those that we, as spectators, would like to live. And one day I go to the "BDSM" club that I always go to and I find none other than Davi Hauffenn! The man I am completely in love with! What would he say if he knew that Raquel Santos was a woman tainted by sexual violence?

Diogo I'm a man who lives just to work, but one night she walks into my police station, a hot woman, she knows... Really hot, who came with a floor that made me crazy with lust. I notice that no one looks at her the way I am looking... Everyone must be stupid, better still, do you know why? That delight will be mine. Oh, go... She knows she's beautiful, but she doesn't know yet that she's found the great love of her life. Assumption... Maybe, but that body belonged to me. I forgot to mention, you know what I loved most about her? She's the cutest chubby girl I've ever seen. I've barely met and I'm completely in love with my cutie. Antonella Who knew I'd find love, in a police station? He came as a sinful angel, making me want to sin. His name was Diogo my brother's best friend and the man because I'm completely crazy. That man belonged to me and I would do anything to have him with me, and ask him to do various crazy things, would he agree with me? Ah... And I'm going to torment you the same way I was and am being tormented by this wonderful Greek God, now the question is who's going to conquer whom faster?

My name is Dominique Ferreira and I am the new secretary to none other than His Excellency Judge Nicholas Ruiz. He's hot as hell, there's just one catch: he doesn't notice me as a woman! After all why would a man like him notice me? I'm just a simple secretary, who is also chubby. What would happen if I accidentally texted him that I was going to a party dressed as Devassa and that I was going to get a whip? It was supposed to be a simple joke, but instead of texting it to a friend, I ended up sending it to a certain perverted judge! * I'm known as the ruthless judge, I always give sentences with an iron fist. I was never a man to mix work with pleasure, until the day my newest secretary started working with me. I've always had a thing for fuller women. Too bad I can't fuck Dominique-or can I? One day, I get an interesting email and I decide it's time to make a good judgment call. The defendant would be none other, none other than my beautiful and wanton secretary. Let's see if she will be punished or acquitted? Come and discover a new story of a perverted judge and his wanton secretary.

If someone asked me that I, Fernanda de Freitas, would be separating myself from the man I had sworn to love, respect in joy and sadness, I would have laughed a lot. My marriage for me I thought was perfect, well I thought until one day everything collapsed. Now I'm about to turn 40 I wouldn't have known that I would finally find the great love of my life! Would it be comical that the man I would come to like was 10 years younger than me? Bruno Mendes Since I saw her standing there talking to a friend the only thing that came to my mind was "This woman is perfect for me" It was as if I had died and gone to heaven for me I was an angel in perfection. If someone had told me that I would be chasing a woman I would have laughed for sure. I had told my best friend that I was running from women, it was enough that my crazy ex had done it. Upon discovering that this same woman who fascinates me is a woman older than me, I was very surprised because for her I was new it would work and would do anything to get closer to my beautiful forty-year-old or my name is not Bruno Mendes your new boss!

Alexandre Mendonça I live only for my work and for my two children. In fact, I don't want any other woman, what I really wanted was my wife, but unfortunately, she's gone. I loved her so much that my heart still aches and bleeds, and I ended up closing myself off from all women, as none will come close to my dear late wife Sarah! But that changed after the call I made today. Whose sassy, ​​sensual voice was that? I wondered. Until today when I received a strange call. What I wanted? It was meeting the owner of that sassy, ​​sensual voice. Jackeline Baptista or Jack Baptista I don't know what I did to God?! I'm pissed off. All things are going wrong. Even my job, which I love dearly, is driving me crazy. All because of that drop-dead gorgeous man who looked like an ogre, shit, there I am thinking about the idiot I saw today in my friend's company elevator. Soon curiosity hits me, I touch the screen and, when I look, I see Mr Ogre on the cell phone screen, then, fuck it. I kept his cell phone, I don't have a better name than Irresistible Ice.

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.

Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins-a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. "It's time to reveal your true identity, darling."

For three years, I documented the slow death of my marriage in a black journal. It was my 100-point divorce plan: for every time my husband, Blake, chose his first love, Ariana, over me, I deducted points. When the score hit zero, I would leave. The final points vanished the night he left me bleeding out from a car crash. I was eight weeks pregnant with the child we had prayed for. In the ER, the nurses frantically called him-the star surgeon of the very hospital I was dying in. "Dr. Santos, we have a Jane Doe, O-negative, bleeding out. She's pregnant, and we're about to lose them both. We need you to authorize an emergency blood transfer." His voice came over the speaker, cold and impatient. "I can't. My priority is Miss Whitfield. Do what you can for the patient, but I can't divert anything right now." He hung up. He condemned his own child to death to ensure his ex-girlfriend had resources on standby after a minor procedure.

Winter Josh is a kind and warmhearted girl who had engaged to Etan Lloyd when she was a child. However, her step-sister, who was jealous of her position, appearance, and personality, wanted to take her place to marry Etan Lloyd when she met the handsome and powerful man. And so that’s what she did. Unexpectedly, Etan Lloyd, who used to be an arrogant, proud, and heartless CEO, was seriously crippled in a car accident and left wheelchair-bound. This made Winter Josh’s stepsister lose her mind,she immediately broke the engagement and forced Winter Josh to marry the disabled CEO instead of her. Winter Josh had no choice but to obey, and she determined to cure her husband as possible as she can. But to her surprise, her husband, who had been confined to a wheelchair for a long time, was never crippled! Instead, he is even healthier, stronger, and more powerful than before. Since then a new love story begins...

At my best friend's birthday party, I drank tainted wine and passed out. When I woke up, I heard the doctor say it could cause severe nerve damage. I teased my fiancé Cayden Hewitt, asking who I was and where I was. He hesitated, staring at me, then called my rival Liam Hewitt. "You're Julia. He's your fiancé. You're getting married soon." I froze, thinking he was joking too. My best friend, Vivian Green, slipped her arm through Cayden's, looking every bit like a couple in love. Eventually, I was about to marry Liam. But Cayden, with eyes red from emotion, stood in front of the car to stop it, pleading, "Julia, don't marry him. I've realized I can't let you go."

Five years ago, Bettina Rowe was wounded in her abdomen to save Asher Lambert, which caused her not to get pregnant. Asher had told her that he would never want a baby. But he eventually entertained the idea of surrogacy. He chose Betsy Sugden, a college student who resembled Bettina, to give birth to his baby. Asher didn't know that Bettina had already decided to divorce him when he brought up that idea.

Her sister is marrying her ex. So she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. What could possibly go wrong? Savannah Hart thought she was over Dean Archer-until her sister, Chloe announces she's marrying him. The same man Savannah never stopped loving. The man who left her heartbroken... and now belongs to her sister. A weeklong wedding in New Hope. One mansion full of guests. And a very bitter maid of honor. To survive it, Savannah brings a date-her charming, clean-cut best friend, Roman Blackwood. The one man who's always had her back. He owes her a favor, and pretending to be her fiancé? Easy. Until fake kisses start to feel real. Now Savannah's torn between keeping up the act... or risking everything for the one man she was never supposed to fall for.

My husband handed me divorce papers on our anniversary. It was a "temporary maneuver," he said, to appease his pregnant mistress until she gave birth to his heir. Then he left me to die in a storm and forced me to give my blood to save her, threatening my parents' graves when I refused. He called me a "blood bag" and expected me to wait patiently for his return. He thought he knew his practical, loving wife. He was about to meet the queen who would take his crown, his company, and his entire world.

Ten days before my wedding, I learned my fiancé-the man who swore to heal my abandonment issues-was cheating for a "final taste of freedom." His betrayal cost me our unborn child, and then he had the audacity to beg me to give my blood to save his mistress's life. He expected to see me walking down the aisle, but I planned a different kind of show: a wedding gift that would be his public execution.

My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend. From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down." That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny. But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded. I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said." Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off." My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers. I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal. Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing. As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury. In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho." How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me? Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault? Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred? I would not be his victim. Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done. I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties. This was not an escape; this was my rebirth. Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.