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Love is citrusy. It can be sweet as it is sour... Medical school. Check. Wonderful grades. Check. Famous parents. Check. Great love life. Skip. There's nothing Abigail Espérer wants more than to flee her parents suffocating shadows and save lives, so internship is a cape day for her. Graceland hospital seems to be the perfect place to make friends and live freely without the pressure of being offered a couple of bucks in exchange for a picture with her parents. Everything is perfect... Until she runs into Jack, her freakishly handsome supervisor which happens to be her first love. Her only love infact... And no matter how hard she tries or how much she would give to have him talk to her like he once did when they laid under the stars, but perhaps some wounds take time to heal and some won't just heal...   Jackson Heartland has always wanted to be a doctor. He had never been so sure about anything else before. He'd also wanted a big house, a large bookshelf, a dog to go to country games with and a wife to love. Without a doubt he knew Abigail was it for him right from the very first sticky handshake, her quirky spirit was just as magnetic as her beauty... But if wishes were horses then his seven-year old self would ride all day. He may not have gotten everything he thought he couldn't live without, but his life at Graceland was good and coffee made it greater, so when he bumps into twenty eight year old Abigail at the elevator he wants nothing more than his life to go back to the way it was_just coffee and routine_but love just doesn't work that way... It never has.


Stage! Light! Action! Wait...       When young single mom and singer, Adele Freeman is approached by a talent manager who is convinced he could elevate her from just singing in bars to singing in big stages all in the name of Broadway, she knows saying no is not an option. It's not like the bank would take the excuse of her not born for Broadway as collateral instead of her father's dream farm... She finds her way in L.A and in the most famous art school in Hollywood in the blink of an eyes, now she has to not only find a way to blend into this new world she's found herself in, but also deal with arrogant, young lads... The types of Anders Carter.   Anders knows for sure that Adele's the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, so why not just approach her like a normal human being... Instead he fumbles it and now she thinks he's the most arrogant man she's ever met. For some reason, he can't quite look away or quit talking when he's with her. He's sure of his scars... His drive to ruin everything... But he's also sure about the saying that everything happens all of a sudden. Especially love...

Eva, a young kid who lost both her parents in a hit and run case, was found by a top secret organization called Sentinel. Sentinel, a top secret organization run by former spies and government agents,with unlimited and unrestricted access to advanced technology and resources. It aims to uncover the dirty dealings of successful business men and women. Determined to use Eva as an effective weapon, Sentinel trained her to be the perfect spy. Driven by her hatred for criminals, Eva becomes the shadow huntress. Planted in George's life, she was sent to find out everything about him that could be used to bring him down. Carefully planning each phase of her plan, Eva befriended George, slowly worked her way into his heart and got him to put a ring on her finger, it was all a contract to Eva. Working tirelessly to expose his dirty secrets, Eva finds herself falling in love with the man she aims to destroy, Eva chooses to abort her feelings. However life has more in store for her, as she discovers not everything she was told was true. Only time can tell how this drama unfolds.

Ava made a huge mistake when she was in college by getting married to her college sweetheart, she didn't know that life wasn't all sweet and beautiful. In a loveless marriage, she decided that she needed to set both her and Miles free, she shouldn't have ever done what she did at the beginning, she knew she had been obsessed and she needed to kill that obsession. After divorce, Miles finally realises that he has feelings for her, but would she be able to fall in love with all over again, after all he did?. Or will they keep going in circles just to try and find a way around their feelings?!. Find out.

Katherine Mayers never saw herself as a spy, but when the FBI recruits her to go undercover as a housekeeper for Carson Cooper-a ruthless arms dealer-she has no choice but to dive in. Her mission: gain his trust, gather intel, and stay alive. But Carson isn't just dangerous-he's also dangerously irresistible. As Katy's cover deepens, so do her feelings for Carson. Torn between her mission and her heart, she's hiding more than just government secrets. When a deadly business deal goes wrong, and Carson's life is on the line, Katy must risk it all to save him-while keeping her own identity hidden. But when Carson uncovers her betrayal, a shocking twist changes everything. He's been undercover too. Now, with their trust shattered, can they work together to stop a bigger threat, or will the secrets between them destroy their only chance at love?

At 16, Mila wants nothing to do with hard work and she wants nothing more to do with Ryel, the soon to be alpha of the Silvercoast Pack. But why does she seem happy and fulfilled when she discovers they are mates on his 18th birthday. Raped, rejected and betrayed, an outcast in her own pack she no longer views life as roses and rainbows. Now a human in the human world with no recollection of her past, she chances upon her beloved mate. He remembers everything but she has no idea who he is or what they were to each other. Will he let go of the past and move forward? Will her heart give him another chance? Is he willing to let her go again?

I was the President's Old Lady - and the only reason his MC was still breathing. For three years, I ran every legal business the Serpents of Redemption owned. While Craig chased road glory across state lines, I turned a failing auto shop and a tattoo parlor into the money that kept the brothers fed, the bikes fueled, and the clubhouse lights on. Then he rode home from a two-month run with a sweetbutt on the back of his Harley - and her son. Ginger, he said, had saved his life on the road. So he put her in the main residence, in the room directly across from our bed. He handed her my ledgers and called it repayment. When her son dumped a cup of scalding coffee over my hand, Craig never checked my burns. He scooped up the boy and blamed me. His grandmother - the club's Matriarch - stood before every patched brother and accused me of hurting "family." That night, Craig told me Ginger held a place in his heart I could never reach. A debt of blood he'd honor above me. Three years. My family's fortune. My scarred hand. All of it - worthless next to his roadside savior. So I did the one thing a President never expects his Old Lady to do. I gave back his patch. Now they can keep their empty ledgers. They can play happy family in a clubhouse I built. And when this motorcycle club burns - I'll be the one holding the match.

"Sign the contract, or lose everything." I stared at the papers that would seal my fate-a three-year marriage to Julian Blackwood, the ruthless billionaire they call the Ice King. My family didn't ask. They demanded. My father's company was drowning, my stepsister's engagement had exploded, and I was the replacement bride they could sacrifice. Just another transaction. Julian made it clear on our wedding day: "Don't expect affection. Don't expect companionship. Certainly don't expect love." He refused to kiss me at the altar. He gave me a bedroom down the hall and told me to stay out of his way. I was Mrs. Blackwood in name only-a contract, a convenience, a means to an end. I accepted it. I had survived twelve years of abuse in my own home. I could survive three years of indifference in his. But then Nate, Julian's best friend, showed me kindness, and suddenly my cold husband became possessive. When my sister attacked me, he became protective. Now the man who promised me nothing is fighting his own father to keep me. The marriage that was supposed to be fake is becoming terrifyingly real and the secrets about my mother's death are threatening to destroy everything. They said Julian Blackwood destroys everything he touches. What they didn't tell me... is that sometimes destruction is exactly what you need to be reborn. With a pregnancy involved, how was I going to end this three-year marriage peacefully?

Five years ago, I stood in the freezing rain at my mother's funeral, waiting for my husband. Blake Knight, the billionaire NHL superstar, was two hours late. When he finally showed up, he brought his rumored girlfriend, the woman he had just rented a hotel rooftop for to celebrate her birthday. Watching him defend her fake tears, my heart completely died. I took off my diamond wedding ring, placed it on my mother's headstone, and walked away from my marriage forever. I fled to London, changed my name to Ava, and secretly raised the triplets he never knew existed. I thought I was finally safe from him. But today, my kids vandalized a silver Aston Martin in our apartment's parking garage, and the owner caught my youngest daughter. My phone rang. The voice on the other end was Blake's. He had moved into my building, and he was holding my little girl in his penthouse, demanding her mother come get her immediately. Panic suffocated me. If I walked through that door, my five years of hiding would be instantly destroyed. He would recognize me, realize I didn't get rid of our child like everyone thought, and he would use all his power to take my babies away. I couldn't let him ruin my life again. "I'm just her nanny," I lied through my teeth. I frantically begged my best friend to go upstairs and rescue my daughter in my place. He bought the disguise, but now, the King of the Ice is dangerously obsessed with investigating my new identity.

After six years away, I returned to my hometown with a single suitcase and a picture of my fiancé tangled up with my stepsister. I thought it was just a simple, disgusting betrayal, but when I planted a bug in their private suite to get a confession, I heard a truth that froze my blood. My fiancé, Leo, laughed about how my own father had already signed over my mother's legacy—The Nightingale Ranch—as collateral to his powerful family. "Once this is all done, Claire will have nothing. And the woman you marry will be me," my stepsister Jenna cheered. Leo cooed back, calling me a stray dog he'd kick to the curb once he was bored, a worthless woman who couldn't even hold onto her family's land. My family had sold me out, and the man I loved was planning to leave me with absolutely nothing. I didn't cry. The pain burned away into a cold, hard hate. How could my own father conspire with them to destroy the only thing I had left of my mother? I crashed their prestigious charity auction and played their filthy recording over the speakers for the entire town to hear. But when Leo charged at me in a murderous rage, a wall of leather and muscle stepped in front of me. Kade "Chaos" Peterson, the terrifying President of the rival motorcycle club, crushed Leo's wrist and announced to the stunned room, "She's with me now."

Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward. When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance. Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive. She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life? But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband. "City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms."

I was in the hospital, enduring the agonizing pain of labor, while my husband, a famous hockey captain, refused to show up. When I called him for the twelfth time, begging for him, he lost his patience. "Giving birth is a woman's job, don't bother me with this stuff." Then, I heard my stepsister's sweet voice offering him a drink, and he immediately softened before hanging up on me. I gave birth to twins all by myself. The nurses treated me with cold indifference, and the family in the next bed loudly mocked me as a pathetic "Puck Bunny" who was just an adopted orphan about to be dumped. They were right. A month ago, my husband had thrown divorce papers at me, demanding I make way because my stepsister was pregnant with his child. I thought my life was a joke. I was just a discarded prop he married to satisfy his grandfather, a fake daughter my adoptive parents only used to elevate my stepsister. I was completely alone, ready to sign the papers just to protect my two babies. But then, the head of the hospital rushed in, transferred me to the top-floor VIP suite, and handed me a DNA test. It turned out I wasn't an unwanted orphan, but the long-lost daughter of the ultra-wealthy Sinclair family who had been searching for me for twenty years. Looking at my billionaire parents and three powerful brothers who just flew in on their private jets to protect me, I picked up my phone to call my arrogant husband. This time, I was going to make him leave with nothing.

I was the respected Old Lady of the Iron Legion MC, managing all their legitimate businesses from the shadows for six years. But when my President boyfriend, Jasper, returned from a deadly run, he brought a woman on the back of his bike-my seat. "She's under the club's permanent protection now," he declared in front of everyone, elevating the widow to a status right beside mine. He created two queens for one throne. When her son knocked a pot of boiling chili onto my arm, leaving me with agonizing second-degree burns, Jasper rushed to comfort the uninjured, crying boy instead. His grandmother even scolded me in front of the whole club. "It was an accident! No need to make such a fuss." Later that night, Jasper confessed he owed Brandy his life and sanity, choosing his trauma bond with her over my years of quiet devotion. I finally understood that in his ledger of debts and duties, my sacrifices didn't even register. I couldn't compete with a ghost, nor the woman who walked through hell with him. So, I dropped my claim necklace on the floor and handed the club's account keys to the usurper. What they didn't know was that the club's businesses were completely bankrupt, secretly kept afloat for years solely by my family's trust fund. I cut the financial tow line, leaving them a ticking bomb, and walked away to watch his kingdom burn.

I was the Luna of the Stone River Pack, the fated mate to the Alpha, Gallagher. But he gave all his love and gentleness to a fragile human girl named Carson. In my past life, on the day he publicly chose her over me, I cried and begged him not to go. My desperate love only disgusted him. He and his human lover eventually threw me into a cold, blood-stained dungeon. While he used my Pack's resources to pamper his mistress, I was left to writhe in the soul-tearing agony that the mate-bond inflicts on a betrayed partner. I was tortured, stripped of my dignity, and ultimately died a pathetic death, my heart crushed to dust. Until my last breath, I didn't understand why the Moon Goddess's fated bond meant absolutely nothing to him. Why did my blind devotion and absolute loyalty only earn me a brutal, lonely death in the dark? Opening my eyes again, the phantom pain of a silver blade slicing my throat woke me up. I looked at my unscarred hands. I was reborn. I was back to the exact day three years ago when the tragedy started—the day he first chose her. When he looked at me with arrogance, expecting my usual crying fit, I just stared back with dead eyes. "Good riddance." As he slammed the door to comfort his lover, I calmly picked up my phone and accessed his unlimited black card. This time, I will use his money to build my own empire.

"From tonight on, Farrah is my one and only Old Lady! As for you, Sloane... you're just my personal bed-warmer." In the deafening roar of the crowded motorcycle club, my boyfriend of five years hauled another woman against his chest, publicly stripping me of my title. The entire room erupted in laughter, waiting for the "helpless orphan" to break down and cry. His bloodsucking mother and sister smirked in the crowd. For five years, I had served their family like an unpaid maid, secretly bleeding my dead father's legacy dry just to pay off their debts. Now, they were thrilled to see me thrown into the dirt. Beau pinched my chin, offering his mercy like a king to a beggar. "As long as you know your place and stay in the basement to do the chores, I'll generously let you be my secret baby mama. It's the greatest mercy a cursed orphan with a dead bloodline will ever get." They thought they had stripped me of everything. They expected me to crawl on my knees and beg for their scraps. The very next morning, I broke into their safe, took back my stolen inheritance and the keys to my father's legendary motorcycle, and rode straight to the National President-the man who held the absolute power of life and death over the entire outlaw world. When Beau smugly swaggered into the President's office, fully expecting to find me begging on my knees for him to take me back, he was instead slapped in the face with a wax-sealed document of formal severance. "She is a free agent now. Anyone who touches her answers to my gavel." I straddled my father's roaring heavy chopper, looking down at my ex's humiliated, panicked face. "This is just the beginning, Beau. I'm going to make your family bleed out everything you stole." But what I didn't realize was that the moment I took my first step toward revenge, the dangerously wild man I collided with in the dark the night before-the one wearing the forbidden insignia of the absolute royal bloodline-had already locked his sights on me like a predator claiming his prey...

I went to my stepsister's birthday party, foolishly hoping for a family truce. Instead, she drugged my drink and had me shoved into a dark hotel suite, where a stranger took my innocence. When I sneaked back home the next morning, battered and humiliated, I overheard my stepsister and stepmother laughing in the hallway. They had orchestrated the whole trap to destroy my reputation so I would be forced to marry a thrice-divorced, abusive butcher. "And don't forget the little extras we've been putting in her food," my stepmother gloated. "She'll never lose the weight. That fat Miss Piggy is meant to be your backdrop." The revelation chilled me to the bone. My years of punishing diets, the brutal exercise, the deep self-hatred—none of it was my fault. It was poison, fed to me daily by the family I trusted. I packed a single bag, took the commemorative coin I had stolen from the stranger's nightstand as a reminder of my lowest point, and vanished into the city. One year later, having lost ninety pounds and transformed into a completely different woman, I agreed to attend the blind date with the butcher they arranged. But because of a flipped brass table number, I sat down in front of the wrong man. It was Julian Sinclair, the billionaire stranger from that dark room, and he looked at me and proposed a contract marriage.