He promised me forever. He swore I was the only woman in his world. For two years, I believed every word. I believed the late night whispers. The soft kisses. The vows he practiced before the mirror when he thought I wasn't watching. On our wedding day, dressed in white and walking toward the man I thought I knew, I discovered the truth. The woman he called his stepmother was his secret lover. The little boy he introduced as his stepbrother was his son. And the fairy tale I thought I was living was nothing but a carefully crafted lie. So instead of saying "I do," I exposed him. In front of everyone. The guests. The cameras. The world. But humiliating him at the altar was only the beginning. Because a broken heart can cry. Or it can plan.

She was raised to be perfect. He was raised to destroy. The night he "saves" her... he marks her. Watches her. Breaks her slowly until love and hate blur into something dangerously inseparable. She thinks she's his weakness. Truth is... she was always his target. He didn't fall for her. He planned her. Now she stands at the heart of a game he set in motion long before she ever learned his name, a story where every gentle touch carries intention, every choice tightens the snare, and escape was never part of the design.

I thought we were heartbroken together, grieving as one. But the night my mother passed away, was the same moment all my childhood illusions came crashing down around me. My role model, the person I looked up to the most, my own father was not who he claimed to be. As time moved on, more secrets unravelled and I couldn't help but wish he died instead of her. I turned into a monster, born out of the sharpest betrayal, determined to claim revenge and become utterly merciless.

She loved him loudly. He loved her quietly-only when it was convenient. Leah believed two years of love meant security, a future, a place she could finally call hers. Yet, every time it mattered, he chose someone else. A best friend. A familiar comfort. A silence that hurts more than betrayal. This is a story about emotional neglect, unspoken loyalties, and the slow realization that love without priority is a form of loss. It asks a difficult question: How long can you stay where you are never fully chosen?

Sam needed a wife. I needed a stable for my horses. We agreed to a marriage of convenience, but it seemed to be more. For a while. Until my distant cousin, who was Sam's ex, showed up on our doorstep. And I was no longer convenient.

Nora is good at surviving. She has been doing it her whole life. She knows which silences are safe. She knows how to make herself small enough to go unnoticed. She knows how to hold a life together with nothing but routine and patience and the quiet, unshakeable knowledge that things could always be worse. She has never asked for more than she has. She has never believed she deserved it. It isn't a big life. But it is hers. And it is stable. And stable is everything. Then one day, it isn't. When the life she has held so carefully together begins to crack, Nora finds herself facing the one question she has never had an answer to. If she leaves, where would she go? Warning: This story uses mature language and scenes. © IcecreamSundae5. All rights reserved.

Copyright © 2025 by Bookish Dae After a year of enduring her husband Silas's constant, subtle comparisons to his impeccably ambitious and model-esque coworker, Dalia Jackson reaches her breaking point when he dismisses her homemaking as laziness and her voluptuous body as a lack of discipline.

(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.

Framed by her jealous twin at six years old, Aria Moretti was abandoned by her mafia family and sent to a school that turned out to be a brutal assassin training facility. She survived. She escaped. For six years, Aria lived hidden from the world, homeschooled and protected. No mafia knew she existed- especially not her biological family.When a police fight leads to a DNA match, Aria is forced back to the Moretti family. Her parents want her back. Her brothers are desperate to make up for the past. Her twin still hates her..And no one knew she was secretly in love with Dante Alvarez, the Spanish heir. They don't know she's an assassin They don't know she's part of the Alvarez family. They don't know she's Dante's. Not yet.

They said the night I was born a storm engulfed the small town. They didn't realize how that storm will follow me through my love life and how this girl turned into a woman who became the storm. Not out of choice but build out of heartbreaks and betrayal. This is the story of me - Elaina Ross famous trust fund rebel, the Blacksheep of the family and the girl who was cheated on by her husband. How he burned me to the ground and how I got back up again, bringing thunder, lighting and the whole fucken storm and how I demolished his whole goddam world (with the bitch he calls wife now) **Content Warning - Strong language, explicit sex scenes, betrayal, on page cheating, religious mention** This list will grow into other mature warnings as the story develop Love yourself & take care Hiya everyone, the FoxyLady here. Welcome to my first story ever! This story has been living rent free in my mind for a long time. I've mixed fiction with a bit of my own past and I'm in love with these characters. With their flaws and all. Please vote, share and comment. Welcome to a small town, with a bad ass chick that like fast cars and living on the edge. a Boy with good manners that turns into bad manners in bed and how he loved the shit out of this girl, but love isn't always enough to stay out of someone else's bed. Follow the story of Elaina & Liam.