For twelve years, I thought I had the perfect life in our quiet Chicago suburb. A loving husband, three beautiful kids, and my childhood best friend who felt more like a sister. Family barbecues, late-night talks, unbreakable trust. Until the day I discovered the truth about sweet little Everly the three -year-old I've always called my niece. She's not my brother-in-law's daughter. She's my husband's. And her mother? My best friend. They hid it for three long years while I shared every secret, every laugh, every tear with the woman who helped create the biggest lie of my life. This is my story of love turned to ashes, betrayal that cuts deeper than anything I've ever known, and the question that haunts me every single day: How do you rebuild when the two people you trusted most stole your entire world?❤️‍🔥❤️

One afternoon. One open door. I walked in carrying my father's favorite pie and walked out carrying a fifteen-second video that ended my marriage and my family in the same heartbeat. My husband in bed with my stepmother. The woman who raised me after my mom died. The woman who told me over coffee, "If he's hurting you, walk away. You deserve better." She was right. But she was the hurt. I didn't scream. I didn't throw things. I recorded. And then I made sure they would never forget the sound of my heart breaking. A story of betrayal so deep it rewrote everything I believed about love, family, and forever. Now I'm deciding how much truth Dad can survive... and how much pain they deserve to carry. They shattered her "I do." Now she'll shatter their lies.

I met my angel on the worst night of my life. It turned out to be the best. I was barefoot, soaked in blood, running from something that had already taken too much from me. He didn't ask where I came from. He didn't look at me like I was broken-or like I needed saving. He just took me along for the ride and changed the trajectory of my life, as if women like me climbed into his car every night. Bunny liked him instantly. Bunny likes very few people. Now I'm hidden. Alive. Obsessed. My angel doesn't smile much. He doesn't touch unless he has to. He treats me like something fragile and volatile all at once-like I might shatter or explode depending on the day. I fall for him anyway. Hard and fast. I don't believe in happy endings. But I believe in him. Even if he doesn't realize he's already mine. Includes: Extra sweet but feral FMC • Quiet, lethal MMC • Protector romance • Obsession at first sight • Imaginary friend • Moral grayness • Touch-averse hero • Her second-chance love, his only

They call my husband the embodiment of cruelty. Demetri Ferraro was forged for control, vengeance, and bloodshed without conscience. Strangers murmur cautions about what he might do, forgetting I sleep inches from him nightly. If only they could witness what I have. There's a terrifying authenticity to our marriage. With me, he's attentive to the point of reverence. I wear his fingerprints like brands. His vigilance wraps around me, reflexive as breathing. I trusted him completely because betrayal seemed impossible. That was my undoing The merger of our families cost me things I didn't know I was losing. I salvaged only the skating rink-solitary hours on pristine ice before dawn or after midnight. The architecture of my future was more elaborate than I comprehended. The truth doesn't announce itself with confession. It arrives without remorse, manifesting as inevitability, as though questioning his constructed reality was never an option. I don't doubt that my husband loves me. For the true terror of Demetri Ferraro isn't found in shadows or violence. It's in how he determined I belonged to him, by systematically eliminating any alternative path.

Pastels hide stains better than you'd think. Emilia Hunt built her life on soft things - spring mornings, pretty smiles, fresh starts. Easter was her holiday. Rebirth. Renewal. Resurrection. Too bad some things refuse to stay buried. When a woman from her husband's past begins circling, old cracks split wide open. Secrets rot beneath polished floors. Lies bloom where trust once grew, and Emilia realizes something profound. Some marriages don't need saving. Some need ending. This Easter, Emilia isn't the sweet little bunny everyone remembers. She's what comes after the resurrection.

(BOOK 1 Of the QUEENS OF CHAOS SERIES) Isa Valen doesn't believe in restraint. Two weeks ago, she did champagne, a sinfully accented stranger, and a night so consuming she ran before sunrise. She doesn't remember his face. She doesn't remember his name. But her body remembers the way he made it burn. When her sister runs to New York, Isa follows without hesitation. New city. New job. New distractions. Then she meets her boss. Erik Orlov. Billionaire. Bratva Don. A devastatingly gorgeous tattooed man built from control and violence wrapped in tailored suits. The first time he looks at her, something tightens in her chest. The first time he steps close, her pulse betrays her. She doesn't recognize him. He recognizes the curve of her mouth. The sound she made when he touched her. The way she ran. The night she can't remember is the one he hasn't stopped replaying. Now she works beneath him - in his office, in his space, in his world. Every glance lasts too long. Every accidental touch feels deliberate. Every breath between them feels charged. And Erik Orlov does not chase. He claims. Enemies circle his empire. Loyalty fractures. Power shifts. But none of it unsettles him like the woman sitting across his desk, pretending she doesn't feel it too. Until two pink lines appear. Because the only thing more dangerous than their chemistry... Is the secret growing between them. And this time, he won't let her run.

Eve: I walked in on a scene no woman (no one?) should ever have to walk in on after being away from my happy home at a work conference. My husband just blew our entire marriage out the window. Where do I go from here? Adam: My neighbor called me drunk while I was away for work, and confessed to witnessing the most shocking scene in her home. Now I have a divorce to execute and no other plans in mind. But what about that neighbor?

Natalie Rowan thought the hardest part of her social work career would be earning respect from doctors and hospital boards. When a West Coast hospital chain offers her a Vice President role, and a move to Washington State, she finally gets the recognition she deserves. Just not from the one person she expected it from.

Cheating romance - please beware, new H. When Stella discovers her fiancé is cheating just weeks before their wedding, she doesn't fall apart, she rises. With her closest friends by her side, she swaps heartbreak for strategy and turns betrayal into the perfect revenge. TROPES: Cheating Revenge - new life with new H Grovel

A gold medalist, newly married, is revealed as a cheater in his post-gold medal win press conference.