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On the day Nadine was supposed to marry the man she loved, her life changed in an instant. Just before the ceremony began, a black car stopped in front of the church, and a group of armed men kidnapped her without explanation. The man behind the abduction was Rafael Montgomery Sinclair-a ruthless underworld king who ruled the city with an iron grip. Not only did he possess wealth and power, but he also had the freedom to do whatever he pleased, untouched by the law. "I don't care who you were supposed to marry. From this moment on, you're mine," Rafael declared coldly, his eyes filled with possession. Forced into a marriage with a man she'd never met, Nadine found herself trapped in a terrifying reality. Her hatred for Rafael grew, but the more she got to know him, the more she realized he carried secrets darker than she could have ever imagined. Yet, amidst it all, one question haunted her-why did Rafael want her? Was this just about power, or was there a hidden reason she had yet to uncover?
Nadine Monroe had always believed in love-the kind that made hearts race and souls intertwine, the kind that made every struggle worthwhile. And today was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. The church was adorned with fresh white roses, their scent mingling with the crisp morning air. The golden sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting a warm glow on the guests who had gathered to witness her union with the man she had loved for years.
Standing in front of the mirror in the bridal suite, she took a deep breath, smoothing down the intricate lace of her wedding gown. Her reflection stared back at her, eyes brimming with emotion, lips trembling with nervous anticipation.
"You look beautiful," her best friend, Olivia, whispered, adjusting the delicate veil over her blonde waves. "Eric is going to lose his mind when he sees you."
Nadine smiled softly. "I hope so. This feels like a dream."
But dreams had a way of shattering. And this one would, in the most brutal way possible.
A sharp knock on the door made them both jump. Before either could react, the door was flung open, revealing three imposing men dressed in black. Their faces were unreadable, their movements swift and precise.
Panic flared in Nadine's chest. "Who-"
Before she could finish, strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her away from Olivia's reach. A gloved hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her scream.
"Stay quiet, and no one gets hurt," a deep, commanding voice murmured into her ear.
Terror surged through her veins as she struggled, kicking against her captor's grip, but it was useless. He was too strong. Olivia screamed, but one of the men grabbed her, silencing her with a sharp glare.
Nadine's heart pounded wildly as they dragged her down the empty corridor, her white gown trailing behind her like a ghostly shadow. The elegant church, once filled with laughter and love, now felt suffocating, its sacred walls unable to protect her from the nightmare unfolding.
The moment they stepped outside, the cold wind hit her face, but the chill was nothing compared to the icy dread creeping through her body. A sleek black car was parked just beyond the church entrance, the back door already open, waiting.
"No! Let me go!" Nadine thrashed against the firm grip, but the man holding her didn't even flinch.
A second later, she was shoved into the car, her body landing against the leather seats. The door slammed shut behind her, cutting off the sound of Olivia's desperate cries.
Gasping for breath, she spun around-only to find herself face-to-face with the man who had orchestrated it all.
Rafael Montgomery Sinclair.
The name was infamous, whispered in hushed tones across the city. The ruthless king of the underworld. The man who controlled everything-from the politicians in their high offices to the criminals lurking in the dark alleyways. He was untouchable. Unforgiving.
And now, he was staring at her like she belonged to him.
Nadine's breath caught in her throat. His presence was suffocating, his aura drenched in danger and dominance. He was devastatingly handsome, in a way that felt almost cruel. Sharp jawline, piercing blue eyes, and a cold, unreadable expression that sent shivers down her spine.
She forced herself to speak, her voice shaking. "Who the hell do you think you are? You can't just-"
"I can do whatever I want," he interrupted smoothly, his voice deep, laced with quiet menace.
Her fists clenched. "I was getting married."
A flicker of something-amusement, perhaps-crossed his face. "Not anymore."
Her stomach twisted violently. "Why? Why are you doing this?"
Rafael leaned closer, his gaze never leaving hers. When he spoke, his words were soft, yet they carried a weight that made her blood run cold.
"Because you were supposed to belong to someone else. And I don't like losing what's mine."
Nadine's world tilted on its axis. This couldn't be real. This had to be some kind of twisted mistake.
But as the car sped away, leaving the church-and the life she had known-far behind, she realized the horrifying truth.
She was no longer a bride. She was a prisoner.
Leonhart Aldric never imagined his life would become entangled in the obsessive desires of a wealthy heiress. He lived a simple life, working as a private chauffeur for Vivienne Everleigh, the only daughter of a powerful business tycoon. The job wasn't his choice-it was a legacy left by his father, who had served the Everleigh family until his last breath. Out of respect for his late father, Leonhart stepped into his place. But working for the Everleighs was far from easy. Especially because of Vivienne-a spoiled, stubborn girl who was utterly fixated on him. Obsessed, relentless, and completely unwilling to accept rejection, Vivienne did everything in her power to get his attention. Leonhart, however, never saw Vivienne as anything more than a pampered girl who knew nothing of the real world. He rejected every advance and ignored every flirtation with his usual cold demeanor. But the more he pulled away, the more determined Vivienne became. When Leonhart started getting close to another woman, jealousy consumed Vivienne. She couldn't accept the thought of the man she wanted falling into someone else's arms. And so, she devised a plan-using her wealth and influence to destroy any woman who dared get close to Leonhart. But beneath all her reckless actions, there was one fear she refused to acknowledge-the fear of losing Leonhart forever. And Leonhart? Would he survive in Vivienne's obsessive world, or would he walk away before it was too late?
Stuck in her final semester with no clear way out, Serena is desperate. Elian Carter, her rigid and unyielding thesis advisor, has refused to approve her research for two consecutive semesters without any explanation. She's running out of time-her mother is sick, debts are piling up, and her family back home is pressuring her to marry a man she barely knows. In her desperation, Serena takes a path she never imagined: offering herself exclusively to wealthy men for quick money. But fate plays a cruel trick on her. Her first client turns out to be the very man she despises the most-Elian Carter himself. Instead of disgust or anger, Elian is intrigued. But not in the way Serena expects. He makes her a different kind of offer-not just money, but something far more dangerous: a nameless, commitment-free, boundaryless relationship. Yet, the deeper Serena gets entangled in Elian's world, the more she realizes he harbors dark secrets. About his life, about the real reason he's been holding her back, and about a past sin that could destroy them both. Caught between hatred, dependence, and a desire that blurs all lines, Serena must decide: will she continue despising Elian, or will she surrender to the dark world he's pulling her into?
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
She thought he was the villain. He was only trying to save his soul. Rena lives in a world of sunshine, sweets, and simple dreams. Until one reckless decision drops her into a dark realm of secrets, curses and werewolves. Kidnapped, heartbroken. She doesn't know who to trust anymore especially not Logan, the arrogant, cruel Alpha who's keeping her as a hostage. Until she discovers his dark secret. He's been hearing her thoughts all along. Now the walls between them are crumbling. And when feelings grow where hatred once lived, a curse demands that blood becomes a love that demands sacrifice. But how can she give her heart to the one who might need it to die?
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
Their marriage was nothing but for the benefit of the two families. He could choose anyone to be his bride, but the moment he laid his eyes on her, he knew she was the one he wanted. However, their marriage didn't last for a long because of her indifference. Until the moment he signed the divorce agreement, he finally witnessed her true colors. It turned out that she also took advantage of him. Their divorce was not an end but the start of the real love game.