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Obsidian Memories

After fleeing the Ezen Empire, Asha, Kael, and Lirien find refuge among the exiles in the Broken Mountains, where the secrets of the ancient Keepers begin to emerge. Asha struggles to harness her power over the ashes and control the memories that threaten to consume her, while Kael faces a creeping petrification that increasingly separates him from his humanity. With the original war between races revealed as manipulation by the Keepers, and the rebellion setting the entire continent ablaze, Asha must make choices that tear her away from her own identity. Unexpected betrayals, heartbreaking sacrifices, and a hidden past will pave the way for an inevitable confrontation. When Kael's obsidian heart becomes the key to survival, Asha will have to choose between becoming the weapon she fears or the savior the world desperately needs. But at what cost?

Whispering Ashes

In an empire where fire is law and ashes hold forbidden secrets, Asha, a young woman who pretends to be mute, is offered as a tribute to serve in the sacred temple of the Ezen. Gifted with the strange ability to read the memories hidden in the ashes, she discovers that her power goes beyond what is permitted: she can revive forgotten fragments of the past, even those buried in unrecorded wars. Under the watchful eye of Kael, a warrior who hides his own demons, Asha begins to unravel the truth about her lineage and the dark destiny that awaits her. As tension and attraction grow between them, the empire is shaken by simmering conspiracies and rebellions. But the fire that burns within Asha may be both its salvation and its doom. A ritual trial, an unexpected alliance, and a desperate escape mark the beginning of an adventure that challenges the rules of power and reveals that, in the ashes, everything can be reborn... or die forever.

The maid and the young heir

Amelia cleans the De la Vega family's marble floors while her life falls apart on the other side of town. Her father has disappeared, leaving debts to dangerous people, her little sister cries from hunger every night, and she only knows one thing: no one will come to save her. Until Luciano, the eldest son of the wealthy family, appears. An arrogant man with a golden smile, the kind of man who never looks down... until he sees her. What begins as a provocation turns into a dangerous game of glances, silences, furtive touches, and emotions that threaten to devour them. He has everything but freedom. She has nothing but dignity. And a heart that begins to beat for someone who should never have touched her. But when the scandal explodes, secrets come to light, and threats cross social classes, Amelia will have to decide whether to cling to the love that made her feel seen for the first time... or leave it behind to protect the only thing she has left: her sister, and an uncertain future growing in her womb. An impossible love. A divided city. A fierce, dizzying, and addictive story about what happens when two worlds that were never meant to intersect... ignite like wildfire.

Under the same contract

Emilia Torres swore to never cross the line between professional and personal life again. However, the romance with her billionaire boss took her by surprise. Adrián Vega entered her life and she couldn't resist: he noticed her beauty, and she sought the professional success that came with working for him. She never thought of falling in love again, but life had other plans for her. The relationship went well until her ex-husband, Mateo Ortega, returned to their lives. Adrián's jealousy was well-founded, not only because Mateo had set his sights on winning Emilia back, but because he had been her partner in the past and betrayed him. She didn't trust him and knew he wouldn't hesitate to hurt her again. Emilia was torn between staying with Adrián or trying again with Mateo, which caused her boss to lose control and attack his enemy. Amidst their rivalries, she received a proposal she couldn't refuse: to be his forever, by agreeing to marry Adrián. Amidst timelines, secrets from the past, and a tension that simmers even in silence, Under the Same Contract explores what happens when two broken hearts must sign more than just an agreement... one that could change their lives forever.

The young heiress and the impostor

Elías returns to the Altamirano family with one purpose: revenge. But what he didn't expect was to find Victoria, the family's daughter, caught between her duty and a forbidden love. As they both uncover dark family secrets, their hearts are drawn into a dangerous passion. Amid lies, betrayals, and a past that threatens to destroy everything, Elías and Victoria must face the truth... even if it changes them forever. How far would you go to uncover your origins?

Express Delivery to the Heart. Part 2.

What would you do if you discovered that the person you love has a dark secret that could destroy everything you thought you knew about them? Mei Ling never imagined that her perfect life would crumble because of a simple package. One day, in her office, she finds a package wrapped in hearts, addressed to her boyfriend, Jian Wei. What seemed like an innocent gesture soon becomes the spark that ignites a storm. Upon investigating, she discovers that it came from a woman in Spain, an unknown named Sofía, and doubt takes hold of her heart. Jealousy and distrust torment her, but Jian Wei insists there is nothing between him and Sofía. However, his words don't seem enough when Sofía appears in Singapore, exuding confidence and making it clear she still has a place in Jian Wei's heart. Mei Ling is pulled into a dangerous game where the truth seems to vanish with every lie and hidden smile. Is Jian Wei really the man she thought he was, or is she trapped in a web of manipulation and secrets? Is Jian Wei truly caught in a lie, or will Mei Ling be the one to pay the price for not knowing the truth in time? In this story of broken hearts, deceit, and impossible decisions, every page is filled with mystery, passion, and a final twist that will leave you breathless. In "Express Delivery to the Heart 2", jealousy becomes poison, and distrust transforms into a maze with no way out. A mysterious package, a woman from the past, and a truth that threatens to destroy everything... Mei Ling must decide if her love is stronger than betrayal, or if the lie will lead her to ruin.

The Billionaire's Secret Twins: Her Revenge

I was four months pregnant, weighing over two hundred pounds, and my heart was failing from experimental treatments forced on me as a child. My doctor looked at me with clinical detachment and told me I was in a death sentence: if I kept the baby, I would die, and if I tried to remove it, I would die. Desperate for a lifeline, I called my father, Francis Acosta, to tell him I was sick and pregnant. I expected a father's love, but all I got was a cold, sharp blade of a voice. "Then do it quietly," he said. "Don't embarrass Candi. Her debutante ball is coming up." He didn't just reject me; he erased me. My trust fund was frozen, and I was told I was no longer an Acosta. My fiancé, Auston, had already discarded me, calling me a "bloated whale" while he looked for a thinner, wealthier replacement. I left New York on a Greyhound bus, weeping into a bag of chips, a broken woman the world considered a mistake. I couldn't understand how my own father could tell me to die "quietly" just to save face for a party. I didn't know why I had been a lab rat for my family’s pharmaceutical ambitions, or how they could sleep at night while I was left to rot in the gray drizzle of the city. Five years later, the doors of JFK International Airport slid open. I stepped onto the marble floor in red-soled stilettos, my body lean, lethal, and carved from years of blood and sweat. I wasn't the "whale" anymore; I was a ghost coming back to haunt them. With my daughter by my side and a medical reputation that terrified the global elite, I was ready to dismantle the Acosta empire piece by piece. "Tell Francis to wash his neck," I whispered to the skyline. "I'm home."

Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable

My five-year-old daughter was dying in the ICU, her heartbeat replaced by the continuous, electronic scream of a flatline. I gripped her cold hand, my throat sealed shut by a terror so absolute I couldn't even cry out. I dialed my husband Grayson's private number, the one reserved only for me and his assistants. He declined the call instantly. A second later, a text buzzed against my palm: "In a meeting. Do not disturb. Stop calling." Five miles away, Grayson was at a luxury gala, adjusting his silk tie and laughing with Belle Escobar. He told her I was just being "dramatic" and using our daughter's "fever" as an excuse to avoid the event. He had no idea Effie's heart had already stopped. When I finally reached our penthouse, soaked from the rain and carrying Effie's small socks in a plastic bag, Grayson didn't even look at me. He snapped at me for ruining the hardwood floors and asked if I'd left Effie with the nanny just to "feel sorry for myself." Three days later, while I buried our daughter in a small, lonely ceremony, Grayson was at the Hamptons. Belle posted a photo of him golfing with the caption: "A mental health day with the boys." He didn't even attend the funeral, but he returned home demanding I clear out Effie's room to make a study for Belle's son. The injustice burned through me until there was nothing left. I swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, desperate to join my daughter. But instead of the darkness, I woke up to blinding lights and the scent of Grayson's expensive cologne. I was standing in a ballroom, wearing a blue silk dress I had already burned. Above me, a banner read: "Happy 5th Birthday Kaiden & Effie." I was back, exactly one year before the tragedy. This time, I wasn't going to be the grieving wife. I was going to be their worst nightmare.

I'm Divorcing with You, Mr Billionaire!

I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to get a divorce, Mark," I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time-even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.

The Billionaire's Blind Bride: No Mercy

I married Clive Harrington, the coldest billionaire in Manhattan, under a strict contract that forbade any emotional burdens. When I needed a high-risk surgery to save my sight, I checked into the clinic alone, hiding the procedure from a husband who saw me as nothing more than a legal asset. I thought I could handle the darkness in silence. But while I was blind and bandaged in my hospital bed, my biological mother called, screaming that if I didn't produce a Harrington heir by the end of the fiscal year, she would cut off the life-saving treatments for my disabled sister. I was crawling on the cold hospital floor, desperately feeling for a cane I had dropped, when I touched a pair of expensive leather shoes. It was Clive. He was supposed to be in London closing a multi-million dollar deal, but there he was, watching his "contract wife" groveling in the dark like a beggar. He didn't walk away in disgust. He carried me to a five-thousand-dollar-a-night VIP suite and sat by my bed, listening in chilling silence as another voicemail from my mother filled the room, calling me a "useless broodmare" who was only worth the trust fund disbursements my marriage secured. I expected him to remind me of Clause 34B or hand me divorce papers now that I was "damaged goods." Instead, I felt his thumb brush a stray tear from my cheek, his presence shifting from a statue of ice into a predatory shield. "I thought I was just currency to you," I whispered, my voice trembling behind the gauze. "Just an investment." Clive didn't answer with words. He picked up his phone and called his head of legal with a single, terrifying command: "Kill the Douglas family’s credit lines. Every debt, every lien—trigger them all. If they want a war, I’ll give them a massacre." As he leaned down to kiss my bandaged forehead, I realized the contract was dead. My husband wasn't protecting an asset anymore; he was hunting the people who had dared to touch what belonged to him.

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

I stood at my mother’s open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest’s voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone—he brought Charla with him. He claimed she’d had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch—a titan of industry and my best friend’s father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.