Jovana

Rule #1: Never hook up with your boss. Rule #2: Especially when you think it’s just a game… and he’s playing for keeps. I am unfiltered, loud, and allergic to corporate seriousness. When I caught a gorgeous, buttoned-up stranger giving me a judgmental side-eye at a crowded nightclub, I wrote him off as an uptight snob. Then Monday arrived. The arrogant snob? Julian Sterling—the brilliant, terrifyingly composed new Vice President. And my department’s biggest boss. He’s everything I usually avoid: pristine suits, cold precision, and steel-tight control. But after one late-night drive and a dangerously heated glance across a boardroom, I decide that breaking through his icy armor might just be the most fun I’ve ever had. A strictly casual, no-strings-attached arrangement. Simple, right? JULIAN I pride myself on two things: absolute discipline and zero distractions. Until Scarlett Vance stormed into my office. She’s a vibrant hurricane in short skirts and sharp comebacks. She breaks every rule I live by, tests every ounce of my restraint, and treats our late-night encounters like a game. She thinks we’re just reckless colleagues sharing a secret behind closed doors. She thinks she’s the one pulling the strings. What Scarlett doesn't realize is that I don't do casual—and now that I’ve tasted her, I have no intention of ever letting her go. "A high-heat, laugh-out-loud workplace romance packed with fiery banter, shameless flirting, and a possessive hero who will burn the world down just to keep his girl."

"She shattered his $400,000 Bentley window with a motorcycle helmet to save a dying stranger. He publicly declared no charges would be pressed—then tracked her down to claim his debt in person." Astrid Sterling thought she was dealing with an arrogant billionaire who held a petty grudge. What she didn’t know was that she was suffering from a rare, silent memory disorder. Her mind had rewound seven years into the past—back to when she was nineteen, back before she ever laid eyes on Alexander Vance. She had forgotten their painful breakup. She had forgotten the bitter five years apart. And most of all, she had forgotten that across those five long years, Alexander had boarded a flight to Milan twenty-seven times—crossing eight thousand miles of stormy skies over and over, just to breathe the same air as the woman who broke his heart. When Astrid wakes up seeing him as a complete stranger, Alexander makes a ruthless, desperate gamble. Instead of reminding her of the pain that tore them apart, he erases the five-year split entirely. He rewrites their history, stepping into her life not as a discarded ex, but as the lover she never left. Sitting by her hospital bed, he tells her a story: of a fearless nineteen-year-old girl who once rode a motorcycle two hundred miles through a midnight blizzard to drag him out of a mangled car crash, saving his leg and his life. Moved to tears, Astrid looks into his red-rimmed eyes and whispers, "Your girlfriend must have loved you so much." Her words shatter the cold, untouchable billionaire. Choking back a sob, Alexander pulls her against his chest: "Yeah... You loved me so d*mn much." Her amnesia was silent, but his love was deafening.

Julian Vance walked away from the glittering lights of the silver screen at the peak of his career, choosing a quiet, domestic life with his brilliant violinist wife, Seraphina Sterling, and their adorable three-year-old daughter, Stella. For eight years, he was content being a forgotten name in the industry. That is, until he uncovers a jarring truth: he is merely a doomed supporting character in a twisted novel—destined to abandon his loving family for a manipulative rising star named Vivian Thorne. According to the original script, Vivian is about to entice him back into the spotlight with a blockbuster drama. Looking at his sweet daughter giggling on the sofa and his beautiful wife beside him, Julian doesn't hesitate. He throws the drama's script straight into the trash and signs up for a hit parenting variety show instead: "My Dad is a Superhero." No one expected the "washed-up" actor to steal the spotlight, let alone become a global sensation overnight. But what truly breaks the internet isn't just Julian's effortless charm or Stella's heart-melting sweetness—it's how a wholesome parenting show completely transforms into a heart-fluttering romance reality show whenever Seraphina makes an appearance. As Vivian's heavily-funded drama stalls without its leading man, Julian is busy rewriting his own destiny, protecting his family, and falling in love with his wife all over again. Who says a retired movie king can't have a perfect second act?

He didn’t want her love. He wanted her surrender. Gabrielle “Gabby” Green is the untouchable heiress of Kingston’s most powerful family. But to Jace Knight—the ruthless, obsessive heir of the Knight empire—she is the only thing he has ever craved. Four years ago, he cornered her. Broke her. Marked her. And she ran. Now he’s found her again. In one night, he burns her world to the ground—her escape, her freedom, her hope. He locks her in a diamond-studded cage and whispers, “You don’t get to leave. Not ever.” Gabby learns fast that Jace doesn’t play fair. He gives her a choice: stay willingly, or be kept. But every time she runs, he catches her. Every time she fights, he breaks her a little more. Until she stops fighting. Until she starts falling. But Jace Knight isn’t just a monster—he’s a man haunted by a legacy of pain, scars that run deeper than hers, and a secret that could shatter them both. Can a heart caged for so long ever learn to fly again? Or will she become the very thing he swore to destroy—his redemption? A dark, addictive, and emotionally devastating billionaire romance about obsession, redemption, and the most dangerous love of all.

To save her father and brothers from a certain death on the front lines, Eleanor Vance makes a desperate deal: she will become the wife of the ruthless general, Damien Sterling, the very man who orchestrated their peril. But a wedding is just a contract. Her new husband is a volatile and demanding master of a household filled with warring Mistress and a cold, calculating mother. He makes it brutally clear: she is his wife in name only, a "Madame General" without his heart. Eleanor Vance must navigate this viper's nest, trading her dreams of love for a cold, calculated fight for survival. Yet, in a world where one misstep means death, an unlikely bond begins to form. When an assassin's bullet meant for her father finds the general instead, the lines between enemy and ally, duty and desire, begin to blur. But will his dangerous obsession and her hidden past burn them both... or forge an unbreakable alliance?

He offered me five million a month to stay out of his sight. I smiled, took the card, and silently vowed to never fall for him. It didn’t work. Ginny has been poor her entire life. When she’s suddenly discovered as the long-lost daughter of a wealthy family, she thinks her luck has finally turned. Instead, she’s sent to marry Sebastian Sterling—the ruthless head of the Sterling Group, a man whispered to be so cold-blooded they call him “The Reaper.” On their first day as husband and wife, Sebastian barely looks at her. He slides a black card across the table. “The housekeeper deposits money monthly. Don’t appear before me if it’s not necessary. Especially if it is.” Ginny blinks back tears, takes the card, and clenches her fists—just to make sure she doesn’t accidentally laugh out loud. Everyone expects the beautiful but disposable Mrs. Sterling to be cast aside within months. Other women circle, waiting for her to fall. But they don’t know that the “poor little wife” has a secret. When a viral thread asks: “Your husband gives you fifty thousand a month but never comes home—would you accept?” Ginny logs onto her alt account and replies: “Fifty thousand? My husband gives me five million. He can come home or not—I’ll be traveling the world. If he wants to see me, he can make an appointment.” The post goes viral. The comments mock her mercilessly. That night, Sebastian finds her in a five-star hotel suite. His lips brush her ear, his voice low and dangerous. “So, Mrs. Sterling… about that appointment.” He thought he was buying a wife. She thought she was getting a paycheck. Neither expected to fall.

"Please, make me pregnant." To escape a rigged trial and a lifetime behind bars, defense lawyer Yvonne Lind had only one desperate option left: get pregnant. And the only man within her reach was Lindsay Vance—the cold, enigmatic younger brother of the husband who had just framed her for murder to avenge his late mistress. For three years, Yvonne gave her heart and soul to Gifford Vance, only to be thrown to the wolves the moment his "first love" fell to her death. With her mother gravely ill and her younger brother's future on the line, Yvonne couldn't afford to die. She broke into Lindsay’s bedroom, expecting a cold transaction, a temporary shield to buy her time to find the truth. Instead, she got a possessive, dangerous protector who refused to let her go. Now, the elaborate lies have crumbled, and the truth is laid bare. Gifford is on his knees, weeping, begging Yvonne for a second chance. But before his hand can even touch the hem of her dress, a tall, imposing shadow steps between them, blocking his path. Lindsay looks down at his older brother with ice in his dark eyes. "Back off, Gifford. She’s my wife now."

He died a champion. He woke up a child. This time, he plays for keeps. Alex Irvine was a tennis prodigy on the verge of greatness—until a plane crash ended everything. When he opens his eyes, he is no longer Alex. He is a three-year-old boy in a coastal Japanese town, with a second chance at life, a new family, and a racket in his hands. But some things never change. The hunger for victory. The fire on the court. The dream of standing on the world's biggest stage. From the sun-drenched courts of Rockport to the elite Westbrook Academy, Alex builds something greater than individual glory: a team. Together with a group of fiercely talented, wildly unpredictable teammates, he will chase a championship no one thought possible. Yet shadows from his past linger. The rivals who once defined him. The secrets he carries. And the one opponent he may never be ready to face—himself. Love of the Game is a heart-pounding, emotional journey of redemption, friendship, and the relentless pursuit of greatness. For anyone who believes that sometimes, one life isn't enough to achieve your dreams. They said his time was over. They had no idea it was just beginning.

That fateful night, Evelyn was lost in a drunken haze, her senses blurred as Alexander took her with relentless passion. She couldn’t discern whether the man claiming her was a stranger or someone she once knew. A misplaced birthday confession led her to the wrong room—and into the arms of the devil himself. To find her again, Alexander plastered her half-naked image across the city, igniting a scandal that shook the elite circles. Bound by a contract, Evelyn became his woman, surrendering to his intoxicating allure. But just as she dared to hope for more, the cruel truth shattered her illusions: she was merely a substitute, a shadow of the woman he truly loved. When his heart’s desire returned, Evelyn walked away with her pride intact. "The greatest fortune of my life was meeting you that year, that day, that moment. My greatest misfortune was hurting you. Both my joy and sorrow are tied to you—just like my life. Will you forgive my sins?" —Alexander

After suffering amnesia from her injuries, Elara V. Rossi was saved by Leo Hawk. Grateful and infatuated, she shamelessly pursued him relentlessly until they eventually married. Yet, throughout their two-year marriage, she was nothing but humble, clingy, and seemingly worthless "Ella" in his eyes, receiving only his indifference and disdain. "You? Love me? You’re not worthy." His words cut through her last hope like an icy blade. When her memories returned, Elara signed the divorce papers without hesitation and walked away, vanishing completely from the gilded cage he had built for her. Leo Hawk thought he had finally rid himself of a nuisance—only to soon discover that the woman he once discarded like trash was now taking the upper echelons of Western society by storm. Ancient Italian Mafia families regarded her as their godmother, obeying her every command; Wall Street tycoons went mad for her, dubbing her the "Midas Touch"; At top medical forums, she was the legendary "Dr. Rossi," revered by all; Even the British royal family and the FBI owed her debts they could never repay... "Mr. Hawk, Madame—" "Has she finally agreed to see me?" A flicker of hope ignited in Leo’s eyes." "No... The Saudi prince, the Silicon Valley prodigy, and the Russian arms magnate have just arrived. They’ve announced their intentions to propose to Ms. Rossi!" Leo Hawk finally panicked. Crushing his cigar, he dialed her long-abandoned number: "Elara, let’s remarry..." On the other end, the woman let out a light chuckle, her voice cold yet mesmerizing: "Remarry? Mr. Hawk, I’m afraid it is you—who is not worthy."

Winnie Vance worked herself to death at her corporate job. So when she transmigrated into a romance novel as a submissive, tragic doormat forced to marry into the ultra-wealthy Clifford family, she made a firm, immediate decision: Absolutely not. She didn't survive a past-life heart attack just to play the victim in a toxic family drama. This time, she wasn't going to be nice. She was going to choose absolute, unfiltered chaos. When her arrogant new uncle sneers at her, Winnie doesn't argue. She just quietly hangs herself in effigy on his bedroom door overnight, giving him a near-fatal panic attack. When her bratty teen brother-in-law calls her a gold-digger at the family dinner, Winnie breaks down sobbing—then pulls a flawless backflip, kicks him over, flips the entire banquet table, and runs screaming around the mansion. And her aloof, billionaire husband, Clement Clifford? Winnie sends him a sweet text across the ocean: “Hey honey, hope you're doing great in Canada! Are your bowel movements regular?” Everyone in the Clifford family is convinced Winnie has completely lost her mind. They beg Clement to come home and deal with his unhinged wife. But when Clement finally rushes back, he opens the door to find Winnie happily slithering across the living room floor like a giant worm. And the worst part? He thinks it’s kind of… cute.

Diez años de aventuras pasajeras. Una propuesta desastrosa. Y un secreto de niño pequeño que nunca debió conocer. Chloe Bennett ha dominado el arte de alejarse. Se alejó de un divorcio amargo, de un negocio en quiebra y—lo más peligroso—de Franklin Vance, el despiadado multimillonario tecnológico que se llevó la mitad de su corazón y le dio nada más que noches de hotel imprudentes y promesas vacías. Ahora, viviendo en una remota isla en un acantilado, Chloe finalmente está en paz gestionando su posada junto al mar y criando a su feroz e independiente mundo en sus propios términos. No necesita un salvador. Ciertamente no necesita a un multimillonario. Y definitivamente no esperaba que Franklin saliera de un helicóptero privado justo en su entrada. Franklin construyó un imperio mediático por pura rabia después de que Chloe lo rechazara en las llanuras salvajes del norte. Se dijo a sí mismo que solo estaba visitando su olvidada inversión en la isla para un descanso de tres días. Pero en el momento en que mira a los ojos del hijo de un año de Chloe, la realidad lo golpea como un tren de carga: Rizos oscuros. Mandíbula obstinada. Su exacta y arrogante sonrisa. Franklin no solo quiere respuestas—quiere todo. Limpiará pisos, cargará maletas y jugará al socio comercial inofensivo solo para respirar el mismo aire salado que ella. Pero Chloe sabe la regla de oro de amar a un hombre como Franklin: Dale a un albatros una jaula, y él romperá sus propias alas para volar. Con una tormenta reuniéndose sobre el archipiélago y viejas heridas sangrando en el océano, Franklin debe demostrar que ha dejado de huir. Porque esta vez, recuperar a Chloe no le costará su fortuna... le costará su orgullo.

Bianca transmigrated and became an NPC without even a name in the game. A system? Yes. But her system is the player panel, and her only cheat code is the ability to lurk in the player community at any time. While other players were still struggling with the wild monsters in theNovice Hamlet, Bianca, armed with a pack of lime powder and superb acting skills, had already become the most popular "Mysterious Girl X" in the community. She made players charge into battle for her; with a simple "You are the legendary brave ones," she effortlessly manipulated the Fourth Calamity. From a scrap-collecting village girl in a wasteland to a galactic queen, from a disposable nobody to the Nightmare Sovereign who makes the cosmos tremble. Players thought they were playing a game, unaware that the entire game world had become Bianca's personal tutorial zone. "Mess with me? See those millions of devoted fans behind me who can respawn?"

In the neon-drenched, rain-slicked hellscape of Silverton City, survival is a business and loyalty is a myth. Julian Ash, a brutally efficient and notoriously unstable mercenary known as the "cyberpunk psycho," lives for one thing only: a meticulously planned, decade-old vendetta against the corporate powers that destroyed his family. His plans go off the rails when he pulls a half-dead man from a burning building. The man is Silas Wilde, his charismatic and cunning arch-nemesis, the one rival who has matched him blow for blow and scar for scar for the past five years. Five years ago, a 13-year-old Silas Wilde was the rich kid Julian Ash risked his life to save. Three months later, the kid was gone, leaving only a permanent, ring-shaped bite mark on Julian Ash’s finger. At 18, he returned, not with gratitude, but with a smug smile and a contract on Julian Ash’s life. Their bloody, obsessive dance of mutual destruction began.

They call him Adrian Thorne—the bespectacled, razor-sharp CEO of Thorne Industries, heir to an empire, and the most eligible bachelor Valcrest has ever produced. Poised. Polished. Politically perfect. But Sera Vance knows the man beneath the mask. She knows Ash. The one who taught her to strip in front of a mirror and call it "survival training." The one who held a gun to her temple with one hand while the other traced the curve of her spine. The one whose back is a canvas of ink and whose mouth speaks sin like poetry. He was supposed to be just a mission. A means to an end. Instead, he became her obsession. Her tormentor. Her lover. Now Ash has returned to his gilded throne—clean-shaven, suited, and untouchable. He's running for office, courting power, and pretending Sera is nothing but a ghost from his past. But she knows something no one else does: The monster doesn't disappear. He just learns to wear a better suit. And he's not finished with her yet. Two faces. One man. And a woman who might just love them both to death.

Noelle Wynn is the nation's sweetheart, a top-tier actress famous for her strictly enforced "forever single" persona. But behind the glittering lights, she’s trapped in a nightmare: her greedy family has sold her off to her playboy fiancé, Sebastian. Desperate to escape, Noelle gets hopelessly drunk at an elite gala—and accidentally tumbles straight into the arms of a cold, breathtakingly handsome stranger. Under the influence of too many cocktails, she makes a reckless proposal. By sunrise, she is officially a married woman. Noelle thinks she’s saved herself by marrying a struggling, penniless creative. Her new husband, Christian, is sweet, attentive, and cooks her dinner every night in her apartment. But Noelle has one rule: their marriage must remain a secret. But Christian Beaufort’s life is far from simple. He isn’t a starving artist. He is a ruthless, ex-military commander who just returned to Charlotte to claim the most powerful empire in the city. He is cold, lethal, and feared by everyone. Oh, and he also happens to be her ex-fiancé’s uncle. While Noelle tries to hide her "poor" husband from her co-stars, Christian is secretly buying her private islands every time she playfully threatens divorce. But when her rivals and the ruthless media try to tear Noelle down for her scandalous dating life, Christian decides he's done playing poor. He’s ready to show the world exactly who his little wife belongs to.

For three long years, Yvette Vance was the perfect, invisible wife. She kept his mansion immaculate, cooked his favorite meals, and loved him in absolute, aching silence. She did all of this knowing the bitter truth: she was merely a placeholder for Brandon Wentworth's first love, Bianca White. When Bianca finally returns, Yvette realizes her quiet devotion was nothing more than a beautiful illusion. Without shedding a single tear, she signs the divorce papers, packs her single suitcase, and walks away. She is determined to leave the cold, arrogant head of the Wentworth empire—and her unrequited love—behind forever.

"Zero points. Zero memory. Six hundred acres of cursed land. And a mysterious power to make the deadliest plants in the world bloom for her." Willow Elmwood should be dead. Instead, she wakes from a root cocoon in the mountains with nothing—not even her past. When she's assigned the most dangerous land in the city, pressed against the killer The Briar Corridor, everyone expects her to fail. The The Briar Corridor has other plans. Now she's building a farm with mutant chickens, a scarred ex-soldier, and a dung beetle that produces miracle medicine. But her peaceful life is threatened when a familiar face arrives—the man from her forgotten past, now the most powerful soldier in the nation. Some secrets refuse to stay buried. And some farms grow more than just food.

I was supposed to marry one brother, but I ended up in bed with the other. On the night I caught my fiancé, Marcus, cheating, I was drunk and desperate for revenge. I didn’t care that the man I dragged into that hotel room was his younger brother, Damon Chase—the charming, useless, and notoriously wicked playboy of the Northville elite. It was just revenge. Just one night. But Damon wasn’t content to be a one-night stand. He wanted to be my kept man. “I’ll be good to you, Sylvia,” he’d whisper, his sinful eyes promising pleasure he always delivered. I knew it was a game. I just didn’t know I was the prize he was so carefully plotting to win. He said he was a broke nobody, a lost cause. I was the one who handed him a check for a quarter of a million dollars as his “allowance.” I was the one who believed him when he took a bullet for me. I was the fool who fell for the playboy. Then he served me divorce papers. The game was over. He’d gotten what he wanted—half my inheritance. The passionate lover was gone, replaced by a cold, calculating stranger who told me, “We were just business.” But he forgot one thing: I am Sylvia Hart. I don’t break. I don’t run. I play for keeps. Now he’s changed his mind. He doesn’t want the money. He wants me locked in his mansion, a prisoner of my own marriage. He says he’s not letting go. But he has no idea that the woman he’s holding captive is the one who’s about to tear his whole world apart.

She married him for love. He married her for revenge. Then everything changed. When Daisy Cloud agreed to marry Theodore Summerfield, she believed she’d found her fairy tale. He was handsome, devoted, and looked at her like she was the only woman in the world. She didn’t know he’d chosen her because her family was responsible for his parents’ deaths. Now, months later, Daisy is carrying his triplets, losing her sight to a pregnancy complication, and trapped in a marriage that’s become a battlefield. Theodore’s ex-girlfriend is back. His grandmother blames Daisy for a tragedy she didn’t cause. And the man who once held her like a treasure now looks at her like a stranger. When a rival kidnaps Daisy to use as leverage, Theodore must confront the truth he’s been running from: somewhere between revenge and redemption, he fell in love with his enemy’s daughter. But with her life hanging in the balance and his legs shattered in a crash that should have killed him, can he save her before it’s too late? Sometimes the greatest love stories begin with the worst intentions.