(Daily Updating) I agreed to go on one first date everyday, for a year, without falling in love. The rules are simple: No repeat dates. No feelings. Nothing off the record, no matter how messy, awkward, and steamy things gets. If I fail, I lose my job. If I break the rules, I lose everything. So I turned my dating life into content, publishing every awkward, chaotic, borderline unhinged date for the internet to devour. And they did. The worse it got, the more viral I, and my articles, became. Everything was on track... until I met Derek. He's date number six, charming, unforgettable, and completely off-limits. Because he’s the ruthless billionaire who bought my company. He's the one man I can't date. The one I can't want. And the one who wrote the rules I'm not allowed to break. But that’s not even the worst part. Because while I’m trying to protect my heart, someone else is watching. A reader. Always commenting. Always dissecting. Always knowing things they shouldn’t. They call themselves @TruthHurts. And the more I try to ignore them, the clearer it becomes. They’re not guessing. They’re not trolling. They know me. And if I’m not careful… this story won’t just go viral. It will destroy me.
The moment she returned home, she discovered the man she had secretly loved for years was about to marry the very person who had tormented her. Heartbroken, she fled—only to collide with her ex, the wild and reckless CEO everyone in the city whispered about. Memories of high school came rushing back—hot summer nights, an empty gym, a stolen, tender kiss. At eighteen, he had once held her hand and murmured, “You’re so good… I like you.” She had only smiled, dismissed it, and left for five years abroad. Now, face to face again, she thought he had forgotten. She tried to walk away—but he grabbed her hand, a sly grin in his dark eyes: “After all this time… why not give me one more chance?” Countless nights followed, their bodies and hearts entangled. He became her medicine, her craving, her chaos. She thought it would be nothing more than a fleeting passion—until the day she tried to leave. His gaze burned like fire, hands gripping her waist, voice raw and urgent: “Stay with me… marry me, will you?”
On the night that was meant to celebrate three years of vows, I walked into our chamber and found my husband tangled in the sheets—with his brother’s widow. Shock scalded my lungs; their laughter scalded worse. “Wolfless trash,” they sneered, turning my own marriage bed into a courtroom. Their plan was simple: brand me unfit, lock me away, and divide the Aurorawisp Pack—my birthright—between them. I ran barefoot through corridors I once called home, heart drumming two words: escape, revenge. At the edge of the territory, under a moon sharp enough to cut glass, I met the one man no wolf dares challenge—Alpha Ethan, sovereign of the northern wilds, power rolling off him like winter smoke. “Alpha,” I breathed, cheeks flaming, “will you help me end this marriage?” A slow, sovereign smile. “I can dissolve bonds, Madam…but I collect a price.” I lifted my chin, voice trembling. “I won’t pay with my body. I can offer coin—” “Keep your gold,” he said, gaze pinning me like a specimen of starlight. “I want one year. You at my side, my name on your lips, my mark on your wrist—contract Luna, nothing more, nothing less.” The night air crackled. One signature, and I’d trade a traitor’s ring for a tyrant’s collar. Yet if power is currency, perhaps the most dangerous ally is exactly the weapon I need. I extended my hand. “One year, Alpha. When the contract burns out, I walk free.” His fingers closed over mine—warm steel. “One year, Luna. Then we both decide what freedom means.”
She was left to die in a burning fire, while her husband shielded the woman who started it. She slammed the divorce papers in front of him, but he only laughed. “Stop making a scene. You’re deaf in your left ear—you can’t survive without me.” “She’s just a friend. Don’t be jealous. No one can threaten your position as my wife.” She said nothing. She bought a ticket and left the country without looking back, disappearing completely. At the same time, global media announced the return of a top simultaneous interpreter. He thought she would come back eventually. But days turned into months, and she was still gone. Only then did he lose control. He searched for her everywhere like a madman. “I was wrong… I can’t live without you.” When he finally found her, he blocked her path in a corner, eyes red. “Please… don’t divorce me.”
Scarlett Hayes thought marrying James Whitmore would finally make her family see her as more than a burden. Instead, it destroyed her life. Framed for crimes she didn't commit, betrayed by the people she trusted most, and sentenced to prison while pregnant, Scarlett lost everything in a single night. Then came the cruelest blow of all. After giving birth in chains, she was told her baby had died. The people responsible believed she would spend the rest of her life rotting behind bars. They were wrong. Five years later, Scarlett returns. No longer the discarded daughter of the Hayes family. No longer the broken woman they left behind. Now she is Commander Scarlett Hayes-a decorated war hero, the unseen force behind a global intelligence empire, and a woman powerful enough to make governments tremble. She comes back for one reason only: revenge. Her ex-husband, the stepsister who stole her life, and the family who buried her alive are about to learn exactly what happens when a woman with nothing left to lose takes back everything they stole. But as Scarlett tears through the secrets of her past, one truth threatens to change everything- the child she mourned for years may not be dead. And the mysterious man connected to the night that changed her life has been watching from the shadows all along.
Four years of marriage—and all they shared was the night. She always knew he didn’t love her. He rarely came home, pouring all his care into the woman he had loved since youth. She endured it all, just to give their daughter a complete childhood. Until the day he crossed the final line— giving the life-saving bone marrow to that woman’s child. That was when she knew… this marriage was over. She packed up, took her child, and walked away without looking back. Years later, she returns—and stuns everyone. Young, beautiful, and the founder of a top-tier jewelry brand. Men chase her, admire her, try to win her favor. She stands at the center of it all—untouchable, radiant, unstoppable. Late one night, he corners her against the wall, eyes burning with obsession. “After all these years… you’ve changed.” She lowers her gaze, a faint smile on her lips. “Not much. Just a little success.” Then she looks up, calm and distant. “And Mr.—you’ve crossed the line.”
