Diny R.
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Master D's Obsession
Billionaires "You will forever be mine, Kitten."
Juliet didn't know what was happening to her. Her heart was racing, her body trembling, and her chest felt tight. Her vision blurred with tears, her head spinning, and her stomach nauseous. Terror and panic began to take over every time she tried to rise to the surface, only to fall deeper into the abyss of darkness.
She had received countless letters from an unknown person, and each sent her into a panic attack. In addition to letters filled with obsessive words, the man included photos of Juliet.
The man-whoever he was-knew Juliet very well. He knew the clothes she wore to work, her food, the music she listened to, and even the soap and shampoo she used. Initially, Juliet thought it was all just a prank, maybe because she wasn't part of the De Lavigne family. However, the letters increasingly revealed a terrifying obsession. He was a deranged psychopath.
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Juliet Winter Addison never expected that one night's mistake would trap her in a horrific nightmare. A psychopath who claimed and was so obsessed with her made Juliet afraid of her own shadow.
Haunted by terror, Juliet decides to find out the man's identity, but she becomes entangled in a dangerous game. She couldn't tell anyone about what she was going through because Juliet didn't trust anyone. Not her boyfriend, Leo. Not even her stepbrother, Robbin. The man's threats forced Juliet to keep her mouth shut.
How will Juliet react when she discovers the man's identity? What will she do?
Juliet doesn't know how her story will end, but there is one thing she will fight for.
And that is her freedom.
LUNA : Alpha's Soulmate From Another World
Werewolf Luna Alicia is standing in the middle of a pitch-dark forest. Her whole body trembles in fear of the situation she's in right now. She's so confused and utterly clueless about what's going on. Her eyes are circling wildly, but there is nothing she can use as a clue to get out of this situation so she can come back.
How come? What's going on? Is this all just a dream? But when Luna pinched her arm and felt the pain, it meant that what was happening to her was real. Her teary dark brown eyes again lead to an abandoned temple, where she first set foot in this strange and mysterious situation.
Her body trembled as the cold blew hard against her. She was wrapped in a maroon-coloured knee dress with a famous brand, a dress she had bought suddenly at lunch. Once again, it was a sign that what she was going through was real and not a dream.
Has she started to lose her mind? Is she hallucinating? Did she accidentally take sedatives? But Luna stopped taking them three years ago after her psychiatrist said that she was better and declared successful in fighting the depression she suffered.
She took a long breath. The cell phone in her hand still has a lot of battery power, something to be thankful for under these circumstances. Her eyes again glanced at her phone screen, swearing slowly at the absence of signal status and turning off the phone as she had to save on using her phone. Luna's slowing down. She'd better get back inside the temple.
At least the temple was warm. Instead of standing still in the cold air or tracing the forest in the darkness, she waited until the sun rose. With that thought, Luna again entered the abandoned temple, which was indeed located in the middle of the forest.
While inside the temple, Luna's gaze immediately goes towards the large mirror attached to the wall on the other side of the door. She unconsciously walks up to the mirror, stopping when he is right in front of it.
Luna wipes slowly before shedding tears. Her hand is extended to touch the mirror surface, which shows Nicole in her apartment with a panicked and frightened face, searching for herself and shouting her name.
"Nicole... Please help me... I'm here... I went into the mirror... And now, I am still determining what this place is and where... "Luna is cried sadly.
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THE VAMPIRE KING'S BELOVED
Fantasy Alina faces difficult situations when supernatural beings and vampires overrun the world and stand firm as leaders.
Surrender herself to the Emperor or let her family die at the hands of the bloodsuckers.
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I didn't know that my plan to go to a resort in neutral territory with my best friends ended up in the hands of the most powerful vampire on earth. A Vampire who sits on the throne and is notorious for his cruelty.
Our meeting, which was so short, attracted him to me. He wanted me, and nothing could stop him from getting to me. When we returned face to face, the Emperor gave me the choice to go with him or watch my family and the rest of the city die at the hands of the vampires.
To him, my blood was an ambrosia so addicted, and my smile could bring his long-dead heart back to life.
Raised by the mother of the demons, the Emperor knows no compassion, but he slowly opens his heart to me, who has been dead and who I can't believe when he made me his chosen woman, his soulmate, his companion,
Beloved him.
He's willing to rebel against the woman who raised him. He put aside his respect for that woman for me. He chose me more when he was given a choice between me and that woman. The Emperor, who hated humans so much, chose me, who was just an ordinary human.
This is my story-the story of fate's journey for me. I love an Emperor of Vampires.
The Emperor Darren Phillipe Killian
- Alina.
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Rejected by the Son, I Chose the Don
Rabbit On my wedding day, my father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. But he couldn't even be bothered to show up.
As I stood alone at the altar, humiliated, my best friend delivered the final blow. Alex hadn't just stood me up; he had run off to California with his mistress.
The whispers in the cathedral turned me into a joke. I was damaged goods, the rejected bride. His family knew the whole time and let me take the public fall, offering me his cousins as pathetic replacements-a brute who hated me or a coward who couldn't protect me.
The humiliation burned away my fear, leaving only cold rage. My life was already over, so I decided to set the whole game on fire myself. The marriage pact only said a Carlson had to marry a Moreno; it never said which one.
With nothing left to lose, I looked past the pathetic boys they offered.
I chose the one man they never expected.
I chose his father, the Don himself.
Carved From My Body, His Regret
Ive Gutterson My eyes struggled open, but a heavy weight held them shut. I was paralyzed, trapped in a cold hospital room, the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor a cruel reminder of my mother's death. I, Elena Vitiello, who controlled everything, was now helpless, reduced to a slab of meat.
Then I heard his footsteps. Dante. My husband, my anchor. But his voice was chillingly devoid of warmth as he ordered, "Do not increase the dosage. I will not risk damaging the organ's viability." The organ. My mind went blank, ice filling my veins.
Trapped and unable to move, I realized Dante saw me only as a "political placeholder," never loving me. He was having my kidney removed, carved from my body like livestock, to save his mistress, Sofia-the woman whose messes I'd cleaned for ten years. His hand, usually my comfort, smeared away my tear with sheer disgust.
The scalpel tore into my flesh, a blinding, white-hot agony. Every tug and pull hollowed me out, stripping away my potential, my love, my future. How could the man I bled for reduce me to a mere object, a spare part for his true love? The sheer insult of it fueled a volcanic rage.
As my kidney was lifted out, the final illusion of our marriage shattered completely. My fear dissolved, replaced by a chilling, absolute calm. The darkness that embraced me was not defeat, but the coiling silence of a viper preparing to strike. This kidney was not a sacrifice. It was the down payment for Dante Moretti's life. From Jilted Bride To Mafia Empress
Xiao Wang For seven years, I was the architect of my fiancé's criminal empire and the strategist behind his every move. I was Dante Gallo’s unofficial Consigliere, his partner in everything but name. Tomorrow, I was finally supposed to marry him and take my place as the queen to his throne.
But on the eve of our wedding, a single text message sent by mistake detonated my life. It was a photo from Dante, showing a platinum wedding band on his hand. The message read: “Married this morning. She’s safe now.”
My gaze fell to the engagement ring on my own finger. It was the identical band, just smaller. The engraved initials ‘D.I.’ didn’t stand for Dante and I. They stood for Dante and Isabella—his childhood sweetheart. My entire relationship was a lie; I was just a shield to protect his one true love.
He dismissed my discovery as a "tantrum." Then, his new bride began taunting me, sending a picture of them tangled in bedsheets with the caption: "Loser." They expected me to break. They thought I would shatter.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were. I forwarded the picture to Isabella’s fiancé, a man far more dangerous than Dante. "Your fiancée is in Suite 8808 at the Grand Hyatt," I told him. "I'll meet you downstairs. We're going to crash their party." The Neglected Wife's Ultimate Mafia Comeback
Baxy Koseluk I was the dutiful wife of Julian, a ruthless Capo in the Chicago Syndicate.
Six months ago, my convoy was ambushed by a rival cartel.
While I lay bleeding out on the cold floor of the car, my husband was on the phone with his mistress, Mia.
"Lock your doors, stay inside," he told her, never once asking if I was alive.
I survived, only to watch him flaunt his betrayal.
He brought his mistress into our home, booked her luxury suites in Tokyo, and bought her massive diamonds with Syndicate funds.
When I refused to play the part of his obedient, blind wife, he publicly humiliated me and orchestrated rumors to isolate me.
He thought I was just collateral, a powerless figurehead he could control and eventually discard to settle his debts.
I had endured this loveless marriage to survive in the family, yet he treated me worse than dirt while elevating a mistress who knew nothing of our world.
I was suffocating in a cage of neglect, enraged by the audacity of a coward who broke every sacred vow.
So, I took off my vulgar wedding ring and left it on his bathroom sink.
I picked up my phone and sent a message to Dante Falcone, the exiled heir who had stitched my flesh back together in secret.
This time, I chose to burn my husband's empire to the ground. My Husband's Brother Owns My Secret
Rabbit My marriage to Joshua Caldwell was a prison sentence. I was a Hartman trophy, sold to the powerful family who had destroyed mine.
Then I discovered he was cheating. His mistress was pregnant with the child he denied me, and he was stealing my secret song lyrics to build her career. When I confronted him, he called me a spineless liability and threatened to destroy what was left of my family.
To make matters worse, a one-night stand with a stranger turned out to be with my husband's brother, Anthony Caldwell-the Don of the city. He knew all of Joshua's secrets and used them to trap me in a twisted game, seeing me as nothing more than an asset.
They both thought I was a broken doll they could control.
I wrote a song for his mistress, a beautiful execution with a single, impossible note I knew would destroy her voice.
She sang it, and now her career is over.
Now the Don has summoned me to Chicago, not knowing the woman he thinks is his asset is the one who just burned his brother's world to the ground. He Broke My Spirit, I Soared
Deeply Engaged I was the fiancée of the Chicago Outfit’s heir, a bond sealed by blood and eighteen years of history.
But when his mistress pushed me into the freezing pool at our engagement gala, Jax didn’t swim toward me.
He swam past me.
He scooped up the girl who pushed me, cradling her like fragile glass, while I struggled against the weight of my gown in the murky water.
When I finally dragged myself out, shivering and humiliated before the entire underworld, Jax didn’t offer a hand. He offered a scowl.
"You’re making a scene, Eliana. Go home."
Later, when that same mistress shoved me down the stairs, shattering my knee and my dance career, Jax stepped over my broken body to comfort her.
I overheard him telling his friends, "I’m just breaking her spirit. She needs to learn she’s property, not a partner. Once she’s desperate enough, she’ll be the perfect obedient wife."
He thought I was a dog that would always return to its master. He thought he could starve me of affection until I begged for scraps.
He was wrong.
While he was busy playing protector to his mistress, I wasn't crying in my room.
I was packing his ring into a cardboard box.
I cancelled my transfer to UCLA and enrolled at NYU instead.
By the time Jax realized his "property" was missing, I was already in New York, standing next to a man who looked at me like a queen, not a possession. The Mafia Bride's Lethal Revenge
Norrra To save my crumbling family, I was married off to Julian Moretti, the terrifying Underboss of the Chicago mafia.
But he didn't even wait for the wedding reception to end before slipping Rohypnol into my champagne.
I woke up on the cold marble floor of the penthouse, only to see my new husband sleeping with his long-time mistress right in front of me.
He dragged my unconscious body there just to let me wake up to this humiliation, to show me I was nothing but discarded trash.
When I escaped and returned home for help, my father threw a heavy crystal glass at my head.
"You ruined us, you stupid bitch! Go back and beg for his mercy!"
My stepmother cursed me for not knowing my place, while I discovered they had been embezzling my dead mother's trust fund to pay off debts.
Even worse, the mistress in my husband's bed was actually my father's illegitimate daughter.
My own family had served me to a Capo's bed just to beg for scraps, sacrificing my life for their beloved bastard.
They all thought I was just the obedient, fragile Rossi princess they could easily manipulate and feed to the wolves.
They expected me to cry, surrender, and let them bleed me dry.
But the fragile mafia princess they knew was already dead.
In her place, the dormant instincts of "Seraph"—the lethal Mossad operative I used to be—snapped awake.
I wiped my husband's blood off my knuckles, stepped over his groaning body, and made a deal with his deadliest rival.
This time, I'm going to burn their entire empire to the ground. 
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