Truly yours

The Grimoire of the Blue Crystal

Fatima, guardian of the Library of the Four Keys in Murra Kish, never imagined that among the ancient shelves she would find love... and danger. An enigmatic stranger, Alfonso, arrives in search of a lost grimoire. What begins as curiosity turns into romance, but also into suspicion: he hides a royal secret, and she, unbeknownst to him, is the heir to an ancient jewel coveted by many. When betrayal looms, they must decide if their love is strong enough to survive the mystery, ambition, and lies.

Love Contract: Secrets and Promises

Clara Martins swore to never depend on anyone again. After her grandmother's death, she dedicated herself body and soul to the small bakery she inherited in downtown São Paulo, the only legacy of a family tormented by debt. But when an unexpected betrayal threatens to close its doors forever, Clara receives an indecent proposal from the person she least expected: Enzo Albuquerque, the cold, millionaire businessman she hated loving in her youth. To save his empire from a conspiracy within his own family, Enzo needs the perfect wife, and Clara, with her sweet smile and impeccable reputation, is the only one who can convince them he's a family man. A one-year contract, no feelings, no scandals... and no secrets. But between forced dinners, stolen kisses, and sleepless nights under the same roof, old wounds begin to bleed, and a passion that should have died rekindles stronger than ever. The problem? Clara hides more than just pain: she carries with her a new life that could change the course. And Enzo harbors a secret that could destroy them before this forbidden love has a second chance. When revenge, pride, and desire intertwine, even the most ironclad contract can be broken. Can a wounded heart forgive? And can a man who never knew how to love let go of control so he doesn't lose it all again? A contract marriage. An unexpected baby. A second chance no one thought possible. "Love Contract: Secrets and Promises" will captivate you until the last page.

Level Zero Love Part 2

Silence no longer protects them. The system has detected them. Lucía Vega and Bruno Ortega defied NCA's most sacred rule: no love. They did it in secret. They did it knowing the price. And now, that price is about to be exacted. After weeks of covert movements, something has changed: someone is watching them. Julián Iriarte, the invisible analyst, the guardian of the unspoken, has begun to trace the lines of a conspiracy. But this time, it's not just codes or manipulated reports. It's an emotional rift that can destroy everything from within. Lucía is no longer the obedient woman who entered the system. Bruno stopped obeying long before admitting it. And between them, a love burns that not only challenges the system: it threatens to overturn it completely. There is no return. There is no truce. Only masks that break, pasts that return as warnings, and an undeclared war that could change the rules of power forever. To survive will be to resist. To love will be to betray. And to win... will be to destroy everything.

Level Zero Love

At NCA, the consulting firm that handles the most sensitive secrets and pulls the strings of power, personal relationships between employees are strictly prohibited. The rule is clear: work comes first, and any ties that jeopardize the operation must be eradicated. Lucía Vega and Bruno Ortega live trapped in this cold and calculating world, where every move is watched and loyalty is not questioned, but demanded. Experts in their fields, they are fundamental pieces of the system... but outside the corporation, they have nothing and no one. They are completely alone. When the attraction they feel begins to break down their walls, they face a decision that could change everything: follow the rules and live in the void, or risk everything for a love that could be their salvation... or their downfall.

Jelly Love

Aitana has a steady hand with nail polish and undeniable talent with a brush. At the prestigious Luna spa, her viral designs have made her one of the most sought-after manicurists among influencers, models, and agency staff. But everything comes crashing down when a furious client accuses her-in front of everyone-of dating her boyfriend. The proof: a social media story with the unmistakable hallmark of her jelly nails. Humiliated and warned by management, Aitana tries to rebuild her image while the real cause of the scandal, Iker-owner of Glow Agency, attractive, addictive, and manipulative-reappears in her life as if nothing had happened. Aitana swears she won't fall for it again. But while she files, buffs, and paints her nails, she begins to hear repeated confessions. Many of her clients, unknowingly, share more than just nail polish and secrets: they've also been with Iker. And there's something else Aitana doesn't dare share. Something that grows in silence. In an environment where everything is leaked, everything is judged, and everything is recorded, keeping a secret could cost you more than your job. Between love scandals, rivalries between promoters, reputations that crumble like battered nails, and decisions that will change her life, Aitana must choose whether to write this story with brilliance... or cut it short before it hurts more. Between nail polish, secrets, and broken hearts... Aitana also has one that beats for two.

Still want you

Elena Rivera is a successful art restorer who has left a turbulent past behind. Six years ago, she fled a relationship that deeply affected her, never imagining that the man she once loved would become one of the country's most influential magnates. When she receives a mysterious commission to restore a private work in a renovated palace on the outskirts of Madrid, she discovers that the owner is none other than Alejandro, the same man she abandoned without explanation. Alejandro hasn't forgiven her, but he hasn't been able to forget her either. Can the unspoken truths, the buried secrets, and the still-open wounds find redemption? Or will pride and pain be stronger than the love they once shared?

Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player

Zane and I were together for ten years. When he had no one, I stayed by his side, supporting his hockey career while believing at the end of all our struggles, I'll be his wife and the only one at his side. But after six years of dating, and four years of being his fiancée, not only did he leave me, but seven months later I receive an invitation... to his wedding! If that isn't bad enough, the month long wedding cruise is for couples only and requires a plus one. If Zane thinks breaking my heart left me too miserable to move on, he thought wrong! Not only did it make me stronger.. it made me strong enough to move on with his favourite bad boy hockey player, Liam Calloway.

Diamond In Disguise: Now Watch Me Shine

Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, "Do you think you deserve it?" Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, "Marry me?"

Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now

The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you're eager to see me, you'd better join the queue, darling."

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.

No Longer Mrs. Cooley: The Architect's Return

I went to the City Clerk’s office for a routine copy of my marriage license to finalize a trust fund audit. I expected a simple piece of paper, but the clerk’s pitying look told me my entire life was a lie. "The license was never finalized, Ms. Oliver. In the eyes of the state, you are single." The three-hundred-guest wedding at the Plaza and the Vogue features meant nothing. My husband, Gray Cooley, had intentionally filed the documents with a "procedural defect" so he could discard me without a legal divorce. Moments later, an iCloud invite titled "Our Little Secret" popped up on my screen. It was a photo of my best friend, Brylee, holding a positive pregnancy test at our Hamptons estate. Gray’s text to her was the final blow: "Happy anniversary, babe. This baby is the best gift. Once the trust unlocks today, we’re done with the charade." I soon discovered they were even stealing my career, reassigning my architectural masterpiece to Brylee while preparing my eviction notice. Gray's mother called me a "barren mule" in a leaked recording, mocking the infertility I suffered after saving Gray’s life in a construction accident. I wasn't a wife; I was a three-year placeholder used to secure his inheritance. How could the man I bled for treat me like a disposable prop? How could my best friend carry his child while pretending to comfort me through my darkest moments? The betrayal burned until it turned into a cold, hard stone of fury. I didn't cry. Instead, I walked into the penthouse of the Barretts, the Cooleys' most powerful rivals. I signed a marriage contract with Kane Barrett, the man the tabloids called the "Beast of Wall Street." "I want a wedding," I told his father, my voice steady and lethal. "Bigger than the one I had with Gray." If they wanted me gone, they would have to watch me become the woman who owns their world.

The Cold CEO's Unwanted Genius Wife

I stood in the darkest corner of the Pierre Hotel’s ballroom, my cheap polyester dress itching against my skin while my wristband buzzed with a DARPA Priority Red alert. In front of the city’s elite, my fiancé Bryce Calloway took the stage, not to toast our future, but to publicly end our engagement and announce he was with my sister, Chloe. The room turned on me instantly, a hundred pairs of eyes pinning me down with pity and disgust as they physically backed away like I was contagious. When I returned home, my mother shattered a crystal vase at my feet, screaming that I was a humiliation and a "dropout" who didn't deserve a cent of the family fortune. Chloe and Bryce mocked me, laughing when I told them I had a mission with the National Security Agency, convinced I was either a pathological liar or a low-level criminal. They watched in horror as a black, unmarked military helicopter descended on our backyard to extract me, yet they still chose to believe I was being arrested for drug trafficking. They saw a pathetic girl who couldn't even parallel park, never realizing I was Dr. Nova Vance, the lead physicist behind the world's first successful fusion reactor. To secure funding for my research and gain a "fortress" of a name, I signed a thirty-day marriage contract with the arrogant billionaire Roman Knight. He treats me like a fraud, convinced I’m a gold-digger who failed out of college, while I quietly run global energy simulations from his guest bedroom. He has no idea that the "loser" he’s forced to live with is the same anonymous grandmaster who has been ruthlessly crushing him in online strategy games for months. "The contract is active," I told him, looking past his expensive suit. "But don't expect me to be your maid."