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Winter Monroe had planned out her last year at Cambree High. She would blend into the crowd, continuing to pass her subjects and stay away from trouble. Of course, all of that goes down the drain when Winter's mom drops the news that her daughter will be staying at her mom's friends place while her mom goes to Africa. Expecting nothing major, Winter was ready to continue her last year at high school, doing nothing except for what a good girl should be doing at high school. But what happens when she realises that the place that she will be staying for a year will be with four boys who basically rule Cambree High? When your staying with the four bad boys, you know that your life will be turned upside down in a second and thats exactly what Winter wasn't prepared for. Can Winter keep up with the four boys but also stay out of trouble or will the boys lead the trouble towards the good girl?

Avery Leighton is not one of your ordinary teenagers. Instead of being moody and stuck up, she is the total opposite. She is goofy, sassy, fun and you may think she is on drugs sometimes but she is fun to hang out with. She has one best friend but plenty of boys chasing after her. But, Avery has been waiting a long time for Mr Right... but what if that guy is the total opposite of prince charming? Can Avery really trust herself to do such a thing? Yes, yes she can and she made her move towards the boy who could change anyone's life in ways they couldn't even imagine. That's right, we are talking about the bad boy. But how do you get the bad boy's attention? Do you say hi? Do you flirt with him? Tell him your free for the night? No. You trip him over. That's how you get it all to start.

When Rachel's boyfriend goes into a coma after losing an incredible amount of blood after being shot, Rachel feels nothing but guilt. She could've saved him, but she just didn't know how. And now, her boyfriend is lying in a hospital bed with nothing but a heart monitor to keep Rachel somewhat calm. So what can Rachel do to support her boyfriend in this situation? Well, all she can do is write letters to him. Twenty letters to be exact.

When Danielle's mom offers her friend a place to stay, Danielle never thought it would be where she lived. Danielle liked it when it was only her mom and her; she didn't need intruders to 'make the house more alive'. But when Danielle's mom's friend arrives, she also never thought her mom's friend would be bringing a boy with her. Enter Cole Walker. He is attractive, arrogant and according to Danielle, he is 'the walking STD'. When Cole sees Danielle at school every day, he thought nothing of the sort. He thought she was just one of 'those girls' who locked themselves in their room all day until dinner. That was when he realised he was wrong. According to Danielle, Cole is 'the walking STD'. According to Cole, Danielle is 'little miss bitch'. What happens when you have a cocky, arrogant player and a sassy teenager under the same roof for god knows how long? Well, you get wrestling matches, make-out sessions, bets, arguments and even love.

Meghan Brooks; typical bad girl. She is confident, sexy and dangerous. Unlike most girls, Meghan is heavily tattooed and loves to cause trouble for anyone she bumps into. When Meghan gets suspended once again for supplying drugs on school grounds, Meghan has to go to Miami for therapy because of her 'bad girl habits' but she immediately says no. When she hears that the person helping her is a seventeen year old boy named Jake Banks though, she instantly heads off to Miami to not only go to therapy, and be tutored, vgbut to meet the boy. The only question is: Can Jake help Meghan or will he get sucked into Meghan's bad girl habits?

Winter Monroe had planned out her last year at Cambree High. She would blend into the crowd, continuing to pass her subjects and stay away from trouble. Of course, all of that goes down the drain when Winter's mom drops the news that her daughter will be staying at her mom's friends place while her mom goes to Africa. Expecting nothing major, Winter was ready to continue her last year at high school, doing nothing except for what a good girl should be doing at high school. But what happens when she realises that the place that she will be staying for a year will be with four boys who basically rule Cambree High? When your staying with the four bad boys, you know that your life will be turned upside down in a second and thats exactly what Winter wasn't prepared for. Can Winter keep up with the four boys but also stay out of trouble or will the boys lead the trouble towards the good girl?

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."

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.

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.

Zoey Patel has spent her life on Hollywood's sidelines writing scripts no one reads while working odd jobs to keep her father's failing film studio alive. Her dreams of success are fading... until Liam Blackwood walks in. Liam the cold, commanding billionaire producer everyone fears. A man with steel-gray eyes, a ruthless reputation, and a broken heart buried under scandal. His latest film is drowning in bad press, and his board gives him an ultimatum: fix your image or lose your empire. His solution? Marry an ordinary woman who can make the world see him as human again. His choice? Zoey. The terms are clear-six months, fake smiles, and no real feelings. She gets the money to save her father's studio. He saves his career. Easy. Until the cameras start following them everywhere. Until his ex, Cassandra Voss, whispers poison in Zoey's ear. Until the man who swore he didn't believe in love starts touching her like he means it. Protecting her like she's his. Kissing her like the marriage isn't fake at all. But in Hollywood, secrets never stay buried. When their contract leaks, Zoey becomes the target of a brutal media storm. Betrayed and humiliated, she walks away, convinced every kiss was a lie. Liam Blackwood doesn't beg. He doesn't chase. But for Zoey, he'll do both. He'll risk his fortune, destroy his enemies, and shatter every wall he's built just to prove their love was real all along. In a city where every smile is scripted and every heart is guarded, one truth remains The most dangerous role they've ever played is falling in love.

On the morning of my wedding, I found a voice memo my fiancé of seven years had saved from his 22-year-old intern. But I still walked down the aisle, secretly pregnant with our child. Then, as we stood at the altar, she faked a faint. Blake dropped my hand and ran to her, leaving me alone. He called my heartbreak a "tantrum" while making his special tea-the one I taught him-for her in our apartment. He was certain our baby was his safety net, a guarantee I' d never leave. "She's not going to do anything," he told his mother on the phone while I was at the clinic. "Just let her blow off some steam." He thought my pain was a game and our baby was a bargaining chip. He was wrong. He found me in the recovery room, striding in with a cocky smile and a bouquet of lilies. The smile died when he saw me, pale in the hospital bed, and the flowers slipped from his grasp as he finally understood what I had done.

For five years, I was Jameson Blair's fiancée. For five years, my brothers finally treated me like a sister they loved. Then my twin, Haleigh-the one who left him at the altar-returned with a fake cancer story. In five minutes, he married her. They believed her every lie. When she tried to poison me with a venomous spider, they called me dramatic. When she framed me for ruining her party, my brothers whipped me until I bled. They called me a worthless substitute, a placeholder with her face. The final straw came when they tied me to a rope and left me dangling over a cliff to die. But I didn't die. I climbed back up, faked my death, and disappeared. They wanted a ghost. I decided to give them one.

"We're friends," I said, voice barely steady. Aaron's lips curled, slow and cruel. "No, we're not." "Friendship's too pure for this." His hand slid to my waist, hot and claiming as he yanked me flush against him. "Do friends kiss like this?" He kissed me. Hard. Possessive. "Or grab each other like this?" A squeeze to my ass. A gasp. "Or think filthy little thoughts?" His breath burned against my ear. "Touch themselves to it?" My cheeks flamed. My body betrayed me. "Stop lying, Venus." His voice was a growl. "I feel it. Every time I'm near you." I whispered, "But you don't even like me." His smile was pure sin. "I don't have to like you to fuck you." Then the offer: "Let's get it out of our system. No lies. No strings. Just truth." He grabbed my chin, eyes lit with hunger. "Say the word, princess." A whisper against my lips- "I'll ruin you." And God help me... I wanted him to. --------- Aaron Sinclair needs a bride to claim his inheritance. Venus Carter needs a miracle to save her dying mother. What begins as a cold contract marriage spirals into a dangerous game of buried trauma, stolen identities, and forbidden attachment. He's ruthless, closed off, and refuses to love. She's resilient, lost, and refuses to stay unloved. But when secrets unravel revealing a stolen childhood, a tragic past, and a vengeful stepmother, their fake marriage is the only thing standing between them and destruction. In a world ruled by power and silence, will love dare to speak first or break them both instead?

My husband stood me up on the biggest night of my career—my first solo art exhibition. I found him on the news, shielding another woman from a storm of cameras while the entire gallery watched my world collapse. His text was a final, cold slap in the face: "Kacie needs me. You'll be fine." For years, he'd called my art a "hobby," forgetting it was the foundation of his billion-dollar company. He had made me invisible. So I called my lawyer with a plan to use his arrogance against him. "Make the divorce papers look like a boring IP release form," I told her. "He'll sign anything to get me out of his office."

Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.