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Lucy Taylor never expected to be loved when she agreed to billionaire CEO, William Ashcroft, in place of her step sister to save her family's reputation. But as she gets to know him, she finds out he's completely different from the man she thought he was. As they grew closer, they realize they're in love. But what happens when trouble lurks around the corner? With a greedy stepsister and a maniac rival on their ends? Will they be able to survive or will their relationship crash under the weight of problems coming their way?

With her family turning their backs on her, Ayra must learn to navigate her new life as the wife of the owner of the Consortium, Lucian Dante Russo. Quite quickly she comes to discover secrets that shatter everything she thought she knew about her family. What she thought was her father’s desperate debt turns out to be the tip of a much darker scheme and she is thrown into a world of violence, power, and betrayal. As rivals close in and secrets lurk around every corner, Isabella realizes that the only way to survive may be to embrace the dangerous man she’s bound to. The shadows of their past cling to them, however, and threaten to consume them whole.

My sister and I were both blessed with naturally fertile bodies. My sister married a poor farmer in our village and gave birth to five sons. Their family thrived and escaped poverty. I married the wealthy ranch foreman, but only had daughters. My husband resented me for embarrassing him and beat me and our girls to death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the matchmaker came. I watched coldly as the ranch foreman unexpectedly chose my sister with the limp, and I realized he had also been reborn. He thought marrying my sister would guarantee him sons, unaware that he had a genetic condition preventing him from having boys. I pointed to the quiet, thin educated youth in the corner and declared: "I will marry him!"

I was the Peacock Princess. On the day I came of age, suitors from every corner of the clan gathered, all eager to win my hand. I chose Silvan, the noble Green Peacock, believing him to be the finest of them all. But after our marriage, I gave birth to a third-tier White Peacock. When Silvan saw the child, his face twisted with fury. He snatched the baby from my arms, killing it in one brutal motion. In his rage, he attacked me, ripping me apart from neck to feather, and tossed my remains to the wild beasts for their feast. Meanwhile, my elder sister, who married a second-tier Blue Peacock, gave birth to a rare and magnificent Purple Peacock. Her husband was crowned the new King of All Birds because of their child. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I had first chosen Silvan. This time, he publicly rejected me, turning to my sister instead, convinced that marrying her would bring him the coveted Purple Peacock. I knew then that he had also been reborn. He believed he could change his fate and father a Purple Peacock with her. But in this lifetime, he wouldn't even be able to produce the humblest Black Peacock.

During the third year of our marriage, my husband's ex—whom he dated for eight years—suddenly shares a photo of a ten-million-dollar marital home on her social media. It's captioned, "I've finally gotten a mansion! Who's the best at dating? I am!" I gape at the image—I see my husband swiping his card at the real estate sales office in a corner of the photo. I leave a question mark in the comments. In the next second, my husband calls me to tell me off. "I'm just making good on a promise I made her when we were dating—to buy her a marital home. Why did you have to go insult her like that? Are you evil enough to turn me into a man who goes back on his word?" That evening, his ex shares another photo of a million-dollar renovation bill. I know it's a gift from my husband to appease her, but I don't care anymore…

I got off work early and walked into the living room, only to find my wife lounging lazily on the couch. And next to her? Some random dude I didn't recognize. "Babe, you know I'm obsessed with that sweet, milky smell," he said, sipping away like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted. That was it—I completely lost it. Meanwhile, our baby was in the corner, crying her lungs out, hungry and ignored. I didn't even think twice. I grabbed the broom by the door and stormed in, ready to raise hell.

“I want blood,” Rowan said, and suddenly his fingers pierced deep into my chest. The feeling of pain was almost non-existent but I could feel life slipping away from me. Blood gurgled in my mouth and it flowed from the corner of my mouth. “Why Rowan?” I asked, but the answer to the question became even more obvious to me. My face was poise, graceful even at the face of death. “Why did you do this? Why did you betray me?” I asked him, my hands reaching up to cup his face and he leaned into my hand, snuggling his face. Then affectionately, like he hadn't just betrayed me, he leaned down to kiss my lips. “I love you, my queen, but I'm tired of your benevolent rule, tired of drinking that disgusting artificial blood. I want a killing spree, I want suck my fangs into human's warm blood vessels! Slave them!” Rowan said, his face suddenly tainted with anger, one that also left as quickly as it came. “I'm surprised you think you would succeed,” I said, trying to laugh but it only made the blood flow faster. I was getting drained of blood really quickly. “You won't succeed,” I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

He took a menacing step closer to me. I wanted to step back but I was already pressed on the wall. He leaned towards me and whispered in my right ear. "Run as far as you can. Hide as long as you want." I closed my eyes when his lips travelled to my cheeks. "But if I find you..." his lips stopped in the corner of my lips, "I'll punish you in more ways than one." >>•<< Dada Cordova's successive misfortunes started after her sister came back. Until her long-time boyfriend cheated on her with her sister. Hurt and betrayed, she went to the bar, drowned herself in alcohol and came across the most sought-after bachelor in town, Elijah Fuentaverde. And due to excessive intoxication, she did something she deeply regretted the next day—she slept with him. So she did the most reasonable thing to do—she ran away with the decision of just forgetting what happened. But Elijah was determined to melt the ice protecting her heart. And she can't deny the fact that he's slowly succeeding in entering her life, the same time the fire between them intensified. Then suddenly a nerve-wrecking storm came that wrecked her life which proves that no secret will lasts forever.. Everyone had their own skeleton hidden in their closet... And Elijah is not an exemption. Will she still let the fire between them rekindle even if it will cost her peace of mind? Or she'll extinguish the flame even if it means being broken hearted again?

Caitlyn had never despised herself more than in the moments she found herself lost in Desmond’s commanding grip, her body betraying her resolve as he led her to a shattering climax. Night after night, she succumbed to the allure of this enigmatic and devastatingly charming body, his touch igniting a fire she couldn’t extinguish. Desmond’s presence was intoxicating, his gentleness masking the dark power he held over her. In every corner of his sprawling, opulent house, he unraveled her, leaving her trembling, vulnerable, and raw. But their connection wasn’t born of love—it couldn’t be. This was a game of control, a tempest of desire laced with pain. If this wasn’t just a false start, if it was something real… could they have had a chance at something more? Could she have loved him, or was she forever trapped in his shadow? Caitlyn had never dared to entertain the thought. After all, Desmond wasn’t a savior. He wasn’t her salvation. He was a demon—a man who wielded both tenderness and torment with equal mastery. And no matter how fiercely she tried to fight him—or herself—she was losing. Desire. Fear. Possession. Could Caitlyn escape his grasp, or would she surrender everything to the one man who both destroyed and defined her?

Late at night, my sexy landlady knocks on my door and gives me a sultry look. "Do you know why I rented this place to you?" In the corner, her two daughters bite their lips and clutch the hems of their shirts, looking at me hungrily. "It's because you satisfy all our desires… You're not getting away tonight…"