NOVEL ONLY FOR 18+ AGEIf you are not into Adult and Mature Romance/Hot Erotica then please don't open this book.
Carina is a proud rose who hides her thorns to marry Eric just so she can give her unrequited love a happy ending.
She works hard by Eric's side for two years, and after a night of craziness, she accidentally gets pregnant with Eric's child. When she thinks her beautiful dream will finally come true, Carina hears that Eric's first love, Karen, has returned home after living abroad.
It is not until Eric throws the divorce papers in front of her that Carina realizes that she has already lost the game before Karen shows up.
The most painful thing is not the return of Eric’s first love, but Eric's preference to other woman in front of Carina to maintain the beauty of his first love in his memory.
The scandal of her father's incest, two car accidents, jumping into the sea to survive...
How many ups and downs does Carina have to go through before she gets happiness?
Who is the girl in Eric's heart, and who can really be with him till the end?

Bree remembers the time in high school when Trent almost kissed her. Now, years later, she's still thinking about what could've been. She graduates from college and becomes a successful musician, but when she's hired to sing at a wedding, she has no idea what she's walking into.
Trent fell in love with Bree when they were just kids, but the timing was never right. So... he's with someone else, and he loves her. But when Bree is hired to sing at his wedding, all of those old feelings come back. How can he break off what he has with his fiancee for what might be with Bree?
Will the two of them ever get together?

Marriage is never an easy thing and being forced out of your home with nowhere to go, hours after you find out you've been betrayed by your husband and best friend, Tessa Carl is completely torn apart.
With no money, a home, or a family, what is she to do?
Where is she to go?
Everything is a huge mess and she's trying hard to fix it all while staying in a hotel where she meets the ever-goofy Jake Hensen and extremely hot Austin Kings.
Who will claim the damsel and win her heart?

The night before the engagement, Rosaline was tricked by her cousin. She was drunk and sent to a stranger’s room. She broke free from their control, went to the next room through the window, and had a one-night stand with a mysterious man.
She didn't want to have anything to do with him, so she matched wits with him and finally escaped. The man stared at silhouette with a smile: "You will never escape from me."
It was five years later when they met again. Neither of them recognized each other, but she was stopped by him in a dramatic way,
"Sir, anything can I do for you?"
"Yes."
"So, what's the matter?"
"I need a wife." He looked at her, and his lips twitching slightly.
"Sir, I don't quite understand what you mean."
"I needed a wife, and you are just the right one for me."
"What! Why?"
"I don't like women who are too beautiful or too smart."
“...”
"I'll see you at the Bureau House at ten a.m. tomorrow."
“...”
What?Was she proposed by the richest bachelor in this City!

He had me pinned against the wall, his fingers skimming over my ass before gripping it, roughly and possessively. His smirk was infuriating, full of that insufferable confidence he always had.
“It’s just a marriage for a year,” Zayn murmured, his voice rich with amusement. His grip tightened. “Sex, no feelings. Divorce when it’s done. What’s got you hesitating? Scared you’ll fall in love with me again, or scared I’ll ruin this ass of yours?”
I rolled my eyes, even as heat licked up my spine. “Why the hell would I be scared?” I shot back, smirking. “I’ve taken bigger cocks than yours.”
His smirk faltered—annoyance? Amusement? I didn’t care. My hand slid between us, gripping the hard length straining against his slacks. His breath hitched, and in return, I gave him a slow, deliberate squeeze.
“Sex, huh?” I leaned in, my lips brushing his ear. “Let’s see if you can even satisfy me.”
...
Roth never thought he’d see Zayn Sanchez again, not after their brutal breakup, not after he was forced into selling his body just to survive. But fate had other plans. When Zayn, now the heir to the Sanchez Conglomerate, paid a ridiculous sum just to have him for a night, Roth told himself it was just business. One night. No strings.
Then his estranged family called, dangling his mother’s belongings as bait. But their true intention was clear—they wanted him to marry Zayn Sanchez, the new richest man in town.
Zayn didn’t just want a husband. He wanted an ally, someone to play along while he slowly took over Calloway Industries, Roth’s family’s prized company. In return, he promised Roth half of everything he acquired. No emotions. Just strategy. Just sex.
But fucking your ex is never just sex.