The Maid's Secret Revenge

Bound by Vengeance

To pay off her family's debt, Alina Moretti is forced into a contract marriage with Dante Valenti, the ruthless and feared leader of the Valenti Mafia. He believes Alina is responsible for his sister's death and marries her to make her suffer. However, as truths unravel and his hatred turns into obsession, Dante finds himself trapped between vengeance and love.

Guarded Desire

When Logan Carter, an ex-military operative, is assigned as the personal bodyguard to Eleanor Sinclair, the elegant yet broken wife of ruthless billionaire Richard Sinclair, he expects another standard job. But nothing could prepare him for the dark secrets lurking behind the pristine walls of the Sinclair mansion. Eleanor isn't just a trophy wife; she's a prisoner in a loveless, abusive marriage. As Logan watches over her, he begins to see the bruises she hides, the pain in her eyes, and the silent screams she swallows. The more he learns, the more he realizes that his mission isn't just to protect her-it's to save her. And in doing so, he finds himself falling for the one woman he can't have. But love isn't enough. To free Eleanor, Logan will have to risk everything-even his own life.

Lights, Camera, Love

When rising actress Lena Carter lands her first major lead role, the last thing she expects is to be paired with Noah Sinclair, the insufferably arrogant A-list actor she's despised since their first disastrous meeting. Forced to work together on the set of a high-profile romance film, their off-screen clashes threaten to derail production. But as scripted passion bleeds into reality, their fiery tension turns into something neither of them saw coming.

Tempting The Boss

Isabella never expected to fall for her arrogant, demanding boss, Alexander Wolfe. As his secretary, she was supposed to follow his orders, not crave his touch. But when a single, stolen moment ignites an undeniable passion, resisting him becomes impossible. Alexander is used to being in control, in business and in the bedroom. From the moment Isabella walked into his office, he knew she was his. But she fights him at every turn, determined to keep her walls up. As their dangerous game of power and seduction escalates, desire turns into something neither of them expected-something deeper, something real. But with passion comes risk, and surrendering to love means letting go of control. Will Isabella take the ultimate leap of faith? Or will their love story burn out before it truly begins?

Love in the Mist

"Love in the Mist" follows Ji-ah, a 27-year-old art history student from Seoul, who moves to the small, picturesque town of St. Ives in Cornwall, England, to escape the pressures of her corporate life. Seeking peace and self-discovery, she takes a part-time job at a charming yet slightly rundown bookstore café owned by Oliver, a quiet, intellectual man in his early 30s. As Ji-ah settles into her new life, she quickly forms a deep connection with Oliver. They bond over their shared love of books, art, and quiet moments, and she finds comfort in his steady presence and understanding nature. However, things become complicated when Ethan, a charismatic and spontaneous photographer, moves to town. His boldness and adventurous spirit immediately draw Ji-ah in, and the two share a magnetic attraction that leaves her torn. Unlike Oliver, who is emotionally reserved, Ethan challenges Ji-ah in ways she never expected, pushing her out of her comfort zone and into a world of passion and excitement. As their connection deepens, Ji-ah's feelings for Ethan intensify, igniting a whirlwind romance filled with late-night strolls, spontaneous trips, and undeniable chemistry. While Ji-ah is caught up in Ethan's fiery presence, Oliver becomes increasingly aware of the growing tension between the two. His subtle gestures of affection-helping Ji-ah with small things at work and walking her home after late shifts-begin to show his deeper feelings, though he remains quiet and patient. As the emotional stakes rise, Ji-ah finds herself caught between the two men: Oliver, who represents stability and deep emotional connection, and Ethan, who offers passion and a life of adventure. The love triangle reaches its peak when Ethan openly confronts Oliver, making his intentions clear while Oliver quietly withdraws, giving Ji-ah space to make her decision. In the end, after much emotional turmoil, Ji-ah realizes that her heart craves more than fleeting passion. She chooses Oliver, the man who has always been there for her, whose steady love and quiet strength offer the depth and commitment she ultimately desires. "Love in the Mist" is a story of love, self-discovery, and the choices we must make when torn between safety and passion.

Marrying Her Was Easy, Losing Her Was Hell

"Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress. With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap. Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell. On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered. When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling."

The Curvy Ex-Wife's Revenge: The Divorce He Gave, The Regret He Earned

Nicole had entered marriage with Walter, a man who never returned her feelings, bound to him through an arrangement made by their families rather than by choice. Even so, she had held onto the quiet belief that time might soften his heart and that one day he would learn to love her. However, that day never came. Instead, he treated her with constant contempt, tearing her down with cruel words and dismissing her as fat and manipulative whenever it suited him. After two years of a cold and distant marriage, Walter demanded a divorce, delivering his decision in the most degrading manner he could manage. Stripped of her dignity and exhausted by the humiliation, Nicole agreed to her friend Brenda's plan to make him see what he had lost. The idea was simple but daring. She would use another man to prove that the woman Walter had mocked and insulted could still be desired by someone else. All they had to do was hire a gigolo. Patrick had endured one romantic disappointment after another. Every woman he had been involved with had been drawn not to him, but to his wealth. As one of the heirs to a powerful and influential family, he had long accepted that this pattern was almost unavoidable. What Patrick wanted was far more difficult to find. He longed to fall in love with a woman who cared for him as a person, not for the name he carried or the fortune attached to it. One night, while he was at a bar, an attractive stranger approached him. Because of his appearance and composed demeanor, she mistook him for a gigolo. She made an unconventional proposal, one that immediately caught his interest and proved impossible for him to refuse.

I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.

Contract With The Devil: Love In Shackles

I watched my husband sign the papers that would end our marriage while he was busy texting the woman he actually loved. He didn't even glance at the header. He just scribbled the sharp, jagged signature that had signed death warrants for half of New York, tossed the file onto the passenger seat, and tapped his screen again. "Done," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. That was Dante Moretti. The Underboss. A man who could smell a lie from a mile away but couldn't see that his wife had just handed him an annulment decree disguised beneath a stack of mundane logistics reports. For three years, I scrubbed his blood out of his shirts. I saved his family's alliance when his ex, Sofia, ran off with a civilian. In return, he treated me like furniture. He left me in the rain to save Sofia from a broken nail. He left me alone on my birthday to drink champagne on a yacht with her. He even handed me a glass of whiskey—her favorite drink—forgetting that I despised the taste. I was merely a placeholder. A ghost in my own home. So, I stopped waiting. I burned our wedding portrait in the fireplace, left my platinum ring in the ashes, and boarded a one-way flight to San Francisco. I thought I was finally free. I thought I had escaped the cage. But I underestimated Dante. When he finally opened that file weeks later and realized he had signed away his wife without looking, the Reaper didn't accept defeat. He burned down the world to find me, obsessed with reclaiming the woman he had already thrown away.

Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."

The Sterling Scandal: Married To The Uncle

I was at my own engagement party at the Sterling estate when the world started tilting. Victoria Sterling, my future mother-in-law, smiled coldly as she watched me struggle with a cup of tea that had been drugged to ruin me. Before I could find my fiancé, Ryan, a waiter dragged me into the forbidden West Wing and locked me in a room with Julian Sterling, the family’s "fallen titan" who had been confined to a wheelchair for years. The door burst open to a frenzy of camera flashes and theatrical screams. Victoria framed me as a seductress caught in the act, and Ryan didn't even try to listen to my pleas, calling me "cheap leftovers" before walking away with his pregnant mistress. When I turned to my own family for help, my father signed a document severing our relationship for a five-million-dollar payout from Julian. They traded me like a commodity without a second thought. I didn't understand why my own parents were so eager to sell me, or how Ryan could look at me with such disgust after promising me forever. I was a sacrifice, a pawn used to protect the family's offshore accounts, and I couldn't fathom how every person I loved had a price tag for my destruction. With nowhere left to go, I married Julian in a bleak ceremony at City Hall. He slid a heavy diamond onto my finger and whispered, "We have a war to start." That night, inside his secret penthouse, I watched the paralyzed man stand up from his wheelchair and activate a screen filled with the Sterling family's darkest secrets. The execution had officially begun.