Veil of Vengeance

Everything's wrong, but it's fine. You became the mistress.

Marília Marques always followed the rules: she built a solid career as a lawyer, far from scandal and with an impeccable reputation she was proud of. Until she met Fábio Cruz, owner of an irresistible smile, a gaze that belied any defense... and a wedding ring he conveniently "forgot" to put on that first night. What should have been just a slip-up turned into an addiction that's hard to overcome. Secret encounters, disappearing messages, photos that are only seen once, and a desire that knows no time, morality, or logic. Now, Marília finds herself trapped between the weight of her own conscience... and the desire to have him in her bed every time he texts her: "I miss you." But Fábio is hiding more than just a marriage. And when the truth threatens to explode, Marília will have to decide: Does she save herself... or does she continue to surrender her life to a man who would never give up his comfortable life for her? Because there are decisions you can't make with your head. And there are loves that hurt before they begin.

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?

After Divorce: My Arrogant Ex Regrets Calling Me Trash

Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world. In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief." But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius. Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be.

The Surgeon's Vow: Healing My Billionaire Husband

I sat in the gray, airless room of the New York State Department of Corrections, my knuckles white as the Warden delivered the news. "Parole denied." My father, Howard Sterling, had forged new evidence of financial crimes to keep me behind bars. He walked into the room, smelling of expensive cologne, and tossed a black folder onto the steel table. It was a marriage contract for Lucas Kensington, a billionaire currently lying in a vegetative state in the ICU. "Sign it. You walk out today." I laughed at the idea of being sold to a "corpse" until Howard slid a grainy photo toward me. It showed a toddler with a crescent-moon birthmark—the son Howard told me had died in an incubator five years ago. He smiled and told me the boy's safety depended entirely on my cooperation. I was thrust into the Kensington estate, where the family treated me like a "drowned rat." They dressed me in mothball-scented rags and mocked my status, unaware that I was monitoring their every move. I watched the cousin, Julian, openly waiting for Lucas to die to inherit the empire, while the doctors prepared to sign the death certificate. I didn't understand why my father would lie about my son’s death for years, or what kind of monsters would use a child as a bargaining chip. The injustice of it burned in my chest as I realized I was just a pawn in a game of old money and blood. As the monitors began to flatline and the family started to celebrate their inheritance, I locked the door and reached into the hem of my dress. I pulled out the sharpened silver wires I’d fashioned in the prison workshop. They thought they bought a submissive convict, but they actually invited "The Saint"—the world’s most dangerous underground surgeon—into their home. "Wake up, Lucas. You owe me a life." I wasn't there to be a bride; I was there to wake the dead and burn their empire to the ground.

The Mute Heiress's Fake Marriage Pact

I was finally brought back to the billionaire Vance estate after years in the grimy foster system, but the luxury Lincoln felt more like a funeral procession. My biological family didn't welcome me with open arms; they looked at me like a stain on a silk shirt. They thought I was a "defective" mute with cognitive delays, a spare part to be traded away. Within hours of my arrival, my father decided to sell me to Julian Thorne, a bitter, paralyzed heir, just to secure a corporate merger. My sister Tiffany treated me like trash, whispering for me to "go back to the gutter" before pouring red wine over my dress in front of Manhattan's elite. When a drunk cousin tried to lay hands on me at the engagement gala, my grandmother didn't protect me-she raised her silver-topped cane to strike my face for "embarrassing the family." They called me a sacrificial lamb, laughing as they signed the prenuptial agreement that stripped me of my freedom. They had no idea I was E-11, the underground hacker-artist the world was obsessed with, or that I had already breached their private servers. I found the hidden medical records-blood types A, A, and B-a biological impossibility that proved my "parents" were harboring a scandal that could ruin them. Why bring me back just to discard me again? And why was Julian Thorne, the man supposedly bound to a wheelchair, secretly running miles at dawn on his private estate? Standing in the middle of the ballroom, I didn't plead for mercy. I used a text-to-speech app to broadcast a cold, synthetic threat: "I have the records, Richard. Do you want me to explain genetics to the press, or should we leave quietly?" With the "paralyzed" billionaire as my unexpected accomplice, I walked out of the Vance house and into a much more dangerous game.

The Humble Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon

For three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted. Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke. Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph. Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!" With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off." A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!"

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

Rising From Wreckage: Starfall's Epic Comeback

Rain hammered against the asphalt as my sedan spun violently into the guardrail on the I-95. Blood trickled down my temple, stinging my eyes, while the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers mocked my panic. Trembling, I dialed my husband, Clive. His executive assistant answered instead, his voice professional and utterly cold. "Mr. Wilson says to stop the theatrics. He said, and I quote, 'Hang up. Tell her I don’t have time for her emotional blackmail tonight.'" The line went dead while I was still trapped in the wreckage. At the hospital, I watched the news footage of Clive wrapping his jacket around his "fragile" ex-girlfriend, Angelena, shielding her from the storm I was currently bleeding in. When I returned to our penthouse, I found a prenatal ultrasound in his suit pocket, dated the day he claimed to be on a business trip. Instead of an apology, Clive met me with a sneer. He told me I was nothing but an "expensive decoration" his father bought to make him look stable. He froze my bank accounts and cut off my cards, waiting for the hunger to drive me back to his feet. I stared at the man I had loved for four years, realizing he didn't just want a wife; he wanted a prop he could switch off. He thought he could starve me into submission while he played father to another woman's child. But Clive forgot one thing. Before I was his trophy wife, I was Starfall—the legendary voice actress who vanished at the height of her fame. "I'm not jealous, Clive. I'm done." I grabbed my old microphone and walked out. I’m not just leaving him; I’m taking the lead role in the biggest saga in Hollywood—the one Angelena is desperate for. This time, the "decoration" is going to burn his world down.