People call me a mistress like it's supposed to shame me. Like I didn't walk into this with my eyes wide open. Let me make one thing clear: I know exactly who I am. I'm not the wife, I'm not the dream, I'm not the forever. I'm the escape. The secret. The silk-draped complication who only answers when he texts first. And you know what? I'm good with that. Because I'm not here for love - I'm here for leverage. He buys me diamonds to hush the guilt. Rents me penthouses to keep me hidden. Flies me to Paris to forget the suburbs. And every time he swears he's going to leave her, I just smile and let him believe I care. I don't. I care about the money. The power. The freedom I carved from his lies. They say mistresses always end up alone. But I'm not chasing a fairytale. I'm building an empire - one gift, one secret, one bank transfer at a time. And when it all blows up - and it will - I'll still be standing. Wealthy. Untouched. Unapologetic.

They say curiosity kills-but I think it listens first. Once, I was only a storyteller. Now, I am the story. Cursed to wander between worlds, to watch every tale unfold again and again until the screams blur into lullabies. I can't stop it. I can only collect-each story a piece of me I've already lost. Some of what I've seen might warm your heart: lovers who defied death, children who outsmarted devils, queens who chose ruin over mercy. But others... others should have stayed buried. The kind of stories that look back when you read them. They whisper to me in the dark, begging to be told again, and I obey. Because somewhere inside one of them-hidden beneath blood and beauty-lies the key to breaking my curse. But every story demands its price. And if you listen long enough... you'll start to hear them too. You'll learn the lesson I did: Stories don't need an audience. They need a witness.

He's the Alpha they fear the one with blood on his hands and ice in his heart. The Iron Wolf. Ruthless. Untouchable. He watched his first mate die, killed his second, and swore he'd never let fate curse him again. But fate never forgets. When a defiant, sharp-tongued she-wolf becomes his third chance mate, she doesn't tremble she laughs. She's chaos wrapped in beauty, a storm that refuses to kneel, and the first woman to ever make the Iron Wolf lose control. He wants to break her. She wants to ruin him. And somewhere between hate and hunger, they start to crave the very thing they fear most each other. Every glance is a dare.Every argument bleeds into desire. Every time they touch, something inside them burns too hot, too deep, too dangerous to stop. He calls her weakness. She calls him a monster. But the truth? They're both right. Because when two predators fall in love, it's never gentle it's war. And the only thing deadlier than their hatred... is the passion they can't resist.

I never believed in marriage. Not after growing up watching it tear my family apart. Wanting someone was easy. Loving someone was dangerous. But promising forever? That felt impossible. And then came Dean Ashford. He never asked for much; just me, just us, just a future he swore he'd protect with everything he had. And when he asked for that future-when he held out a ring with hands that were shaking-I did the one thing I never wanted to do. I walked away. He broke. I broke. And the next morning, when I finally found the courage to choose him-really choose him-I had no idea he'd spent the night destroying everything we ever were. I had no idea what I was walking into. I had no idea what he'd done. I thought the worst thing I'd ever feel was the fear of losing him. I was wrong. Because nothing prepares you for the moment the person you love looks at you with eyes full of secrets... Nothing prepares you for the truth that the one night you walked away was the one night he didn't. And now I have to decide if the love I built my world around can survive the one mistake that broke both of us.

A spoiled runaway heiress. A psychotic husband. One island with no cell service, no internet, and no way out. .... She's the only color in his world. He's the only order in hers. Althea Drakos was born too bright for a world that worships shadows. One signature sold her to a stranger - a husband she'd never met, a vow she never wanted. Three years later, she runs. Wrong turn. Wrong mountain. Right into the arms of the devil she swore to escape. Ryn Veskas doesn't chase. He commands. And the runaway wife who defied him just wandered back into his territory. Now there's no leaving the island. No mercy except what he decides to give. She calls him a monster. He calls her a memory he can't kill. And somewhere between fury and desire, she becomes his favorite sin - because even the devil will bleed to fend what's his. • Dark romance • Arranged marriage • Forced proximity • Grumpy x sunshine • Age gap • Found family • Possessive MMC • Runaway bride (twist)

Gabrielle was born into a dynasty carved from power a child of a ruthless king and the soft-hearted woman who somehow survived him.She inherited both of them:her father's cruelty, her mother's gentleness,and a heart far too fragile for the world that watched her grow up behind iron gates. She wanted love. She dreamed of it. She begged the universe for the kind of devotion her parents promised she would one day find. But in the real world, no one ever wanted Gabrielle they wanted the Severin empire that pulsed behind her name. Every friend she trusted used her.Every man she let close betrayed her.Every heartbreak twisted something inside her until the girl who once loved too deeply became a woman who destroyed without apology.Now, Gabrielle leaves ruin behind her like perfume.She crushes hearts as easily as she once offered her own.Feared more than her infamous father, she is a whispered warning in dark hallways a beautiful disaster born from loneliness and desperation. But even monsters bleed. And Gabrielle's softest truth is the one she hides beneath every calculated smile: she is still searching. For love. For loyalty. For someone who chooses her not the power, not the wealth, not the name. What she doesn't know is that someone already has. There is a man in the shadows who has loved her quietly, violently, endlessly. A man who would burn the world before letting it break her again. A man she has never noticed and who has never stopped watching. Gabrielle Severin may believe she was born to be feared... but love has been standing behind her all along, waiting for the moment she finally turns around.

He didn't break her all at once. He taught her how to shatter herself. To everyone watching, she has the life girls dream of : money, beauty, a powerful husband, and a marriage wrapped in perfection. But behind their locked doors, perfection is the punishment she can never escape. He tells her who to be. He tells her how to walk, how to breathe, how to think. Every mistake is a lesson. Every bruise is a reminder. Every betrayal is somehow her fault. And she believes him. Because after years of being molded, corrected, and rewritten, she no longer remembers who she was before he decided to "fix" her. She only knows the rules he carved into her bones. Don't speak too loudly. Don't ask questions. Don't look at him when he's angry. Don't look away when he wants your attention. And above all Don't ever forget that love is earned, not given. Her sister whispers that she's losing herself. Her friends say they're worried. Her subconscious screams that something is wrong. But she silences all of them. Because she is so close so close to becoming the perfect wife, he swears she could be if she tries a little harder. And if she can be perfect... Maybe he'll finally love her. Or maybe perfection is the very thing that will destroy her. *This story depicts domestic and emotional abuse. These scenes are fictional and not meant to glorify or romanticize abuse. If you are in a harmful or unsafe situation, please reach out for help: 1-800-799-7233 (SAFE) thehotline.org You deserve safety.

SKYE: Falling for my boss was never part of the plan. But Rain Ashford wasn't just my boss - he was brilliance behind glasses, arrogance in a tailored suit, and the only man who ever looked at me like I was the only light in a world he'd forgotten could glow. Eight months of secrecy. Eight months of loving him behind closed doors. And I would've sworn what we had was unbreakable. I was wrong. Because all it took was an old flame with wandering eyes, one whisper of scandal, one shift in his loyalty - and suddenly the seams of us began to split. And when the pressure hit, when loyalties blurred and lines crossed, I realized the man who once steadied my nerves might become the one to shatter them. ⸻ RAIN: I spent years mastering discipline - building a life of structure, ambition, and control. Then Skye happened. Chaos. Color. Fire. I wanted her from the first day. I reached for her every second. And still, I managed to hurt her in ways I never meant to. Now she's gone - her sketches missing from my desk, her laughter missing from my days - and I'm left piecing together the mess I made. Loving her was the easy part. Winning back the woman whose trust I broke? That may be the hardest fight of my life.

Obedience kept her alive. Marriage may destroy her. Milan Vescari enters her arranged marriage with a flawless smile and a lifetime of training buried beneath her skin. She has been conditioned to survive, not to love, and certainly not to challenge the man waiting for her at the altar. But Veyron Morozov arrives with another woman on his arm and ice in his eyes. Their vows become a battlefield. And the walls around them begin to crack under the pressure of secrets neither can outrun. As alliances shift and danger coils closer, Milan discovers that the man she married is as fractured as she is, and just as capable of breaking the world around them. Two fractured souls ensnared in the same life. One marriage built to fail. And a fight none of them are prepared to lose.

Four years of hoping. Four years of empty tests and quieter nights. Yara Vale once fought for a living. Until one night in the ring left her body whole but her heart scarred in ways no doctor could fix. Now she fights something worse: sanity. Her husband, Xavier, has built empires from nothing. He can conquer markets, rivals, and men - but not the one thing she wants most. A child. When she starts believing her body has finally given her a miracle, the truth waiting behind their perfect marriage is far darker than infertility. Because someone has been keeping her from the life she's been begging for - and the man she trusts most might be the reason. Love was supposed to heal them. But some wounds never heal - they turn Iridescent in the light.