Kiara was never the kind of girl who fell for heroes. While others swooned over noble gestures and soft-spoken love interests, she craved something darker - obsession that burned, love that claimed, men who didn't ask for hearts but took them. Her favorite was Reyansh: the ruthless, broken anti-hero of a tragic romance novel who died before he could win the woman he was obsessed with. But when Kiara wakes up in the body of Arina - the wrong woman Reyansh mistakenly married - she finds herself inside the very story she once devoured. Only now, she's not reading it. She's living it. And this time, she won't watch the villain lose. Because Kiara doesn't want to fix the story. She wants to break it. Twist it. Own it. And if she plays her part right... Reyansh won't just love her. He'll never survive without her. --- Reyansh's eyes glinted with a dangerous fire. "It doesn't matter who you are... or what you think. You're mine. You can't leave me, and no one-not even you-can ever take yourself away from me." Arina's chest tightened, a shiver running through her. "You can't... cage me, Reyansh." A cold softness edged his voice, low and unrelenting. "Then let me show you. One chance. I only love you... but if I'm right, I'll never let you go. Ever." Her voice trembled. "I... I don't have a choice, do I?" He didn't answer. He pulled her close, his arms unyielding. She rested against him, a fleeting, secret smile on her lips-one he could never see. And in the silence, Reyansh's obsession darkened, twisting quietly into something inescapable: once he had her, no one-not even life itself-would ever take her away.

For Noah and Maeve Wilson, Six years of forever was supposed to be just the beginning . Their marriage was full of laughter and whispered promises until the headaches began.

Finding out we were going to be parents was supposed to be the happiest time of our lives. Instead, I feel my husband, Ethan, drifting away from me a little more every day. He's late coming home from work, he disappears for long periods of time, he's irritable and closed off, and nothing I say or do seems to reach him. As tensions between us mount, I'm discovering parts of my husband's past that I never knew existed. And when everything comes tumbling down, I'm forced to ask myself: how well do I really know the man I love?

❥ "She was his wife by duty... not by love." ❥ Cecilia Russo's marriage was decided before she could even walk. A deal made between her father and Mario Russo, to repay a debt that could only be settled in blood and vows. ✦ A husband who doesn't love her. ✧ A mistress who holds his heart. ✦ And a wife who stays silent, because what choice does she have? Cecilia accepts her loveless marriage- until one night changes everything and she collapses and the truth comes out: her heart is failing. Now, with time slipping away, Raven is forced to face the one thing he swore he would never feel for his wife... love. ♡ An arranged marriage. A broken heart. The love she deserves.

--- On the night of her difficult labor, Huo Shixu chose to avenge his white moonlight. Looking at the blood-covered Song Nanyi, he heartlessly ordered, "Stop the rescue." She died tragically on the delivery bed. But when she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the day he first introduced her to that so-called white moonlight. This time, her love-blinded self was completely awake. She decided to fulfill the wish of that shameless couple. With a divorce agreement in hand, she only hoped they would be tied together forever-and disappear from her world. Yet, before the divorce was finalized, she ended up signing his death notice. "Huo Shixu, so you finally have a day like this. This is what you owe me. From now on, we're even." She turned to leave, but from beneath the white shroud, the man's hand suddenly grabbed her wrist. "Nanyi... give me one more chance, please?" ---

Ten years ago, Iris Desmond was pushed out of his life--by the very people who claimed to love him the most. She was the wrong girl. The outsider. And when threats turned into ultimatums, she made the impossible choice to leave the only boy she ever loved. Levi Astor. Now, a decade later, he's standing in front of her again--wealthier, sharper, harder--and demanding answers she was forced to bury. Levi Astor built a life that finally makes sense. He has the business, the legacy, and a partner who fits into the Astor empire. The woman isn't just perfect in his world--but in his family's world as well. Celestine by his side is everything he thought he needed. But when the past resurfaces, Levi is forced to confront the price of silence. Forced to realize that he might have made mistakes. And now, he isn't sure if they're his to mend. Celestine Wentworth was told to love him--and somehow, it was effortless. She checks all the boxes for the Astor family. But even perfect boxes have edges. And when the ghost of Levi's first love threatens to unravel everything they've built, she can't help but wonder: she is the right choice for his family. The right choice for his business--the safer choice for his reputation. But still only one of the choices. So is she the right one for his heart?

They kissed like I wasn't even there. I smiled - because that's what girls with broken hearts do. We smile. We toast bread for traitors. I pretend. But it still hurts. It really freaking hurts.

They said Aurelia was fine. They said she just needed rest. But no one explains why she keeps staring at the empty corner of the room... why she whispers to the air like someone is answering... why she smiles only when she says, "my baby is waiting for me." And Kyron? He's starting to realize something terrifying- Whatever he lost that night in the hospital... wasn't just the baby.

I used to think we were the definition of couple goals. You know-the annoying kind that finish each other's sentences, post mushy anniversary captions, and make single people gag. Yeah, that was us. My husband, the love of my life. My partner. My soulmate. My... lying, cheating bastard. I walked in one night, still humming the song he sent me that morning, and found him busy. And by busy, I mean balls-deep in someone who clearly didn't know her right foundation shade. I broke. Cried till I couldn't breathe. Because that was my man, my home, my whole damn world falling apart on our Egyptian cotton sheets. But then I wiped my tears, looked at him-pathetic, naked, stammering-and realized something beautiful: heartbreak makes you dangerous. He begged. Oh, he sobbed. Promised me the world, said it meant nothing, said I was everything. So I smiled and said, prove it. And he did. Bought me cars, jewelry, houses-signed every last property in my name. My name, not ours. I let him grovel, let him believe forgiveness was for sale, and every time he kissed my feet, I made him dig his grave a little deeper. Love made me soft. Betrayal made me rich. And when I finally walked out, I didn't even slam the door. I just left him there-kneeling in the ruins of everything he thought he owned.

We weren't in love. We were an inferno-ruthless, consuming, the kind of fire that left nothing but smoke and scars. Vikram was my first kiss, my first time, my first taste of forever. And he was the first boy who ever made me fear the way love could bruise. One look in his eyes and I saw my father's madness staring back at me. So I did the only thing I could-I ripped us apart before he could ruin me too. But Vikram never let me walk away clean. He made sure I bled for it. He fucked his way through half the class, made me watch him turn cruel, made me choke on the ashes of what we used to be. He made me watch him become everything I hated. And still, I loved him like a fool. Still, I gave him one rule-don't touch her. The girl who made my life a living hell. The one betrayal that would cut me deeper than all the rest. And he did it anyway. That was the day I buried whatever soft, stupid love I had left for him. That was the day I decided Vikram Chauhan could burn alone. Now he's back in my life. Older. Colder. Dangerous in ways even he wasn't before. And he's looking at me like I'm still his, like the years and the ruin mean nothing. But he doesn't get to set me on fire twice. Too bad, Vikram. This time, it's not happening.