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"Why would you marry me just for a kidney?" Elsa demanded, her voice trembling with betrayal. Liam, her husband, met her gaze with cold indifference. "You were the perfect donor," he replied, his words slicing through her hope. Elsa's world shattered when she discovered her marriage to billionaire Liam was a sham, a plot to save his ailing fiancée, Ria. Pregnant and used, Elsa fled, seeking solace in her family. But when she lost her baby in a fall orchestrated by Liam, her despair deepened. Now, with her daughter missing and Liam's manipulations tightening their grip, Elsa must confront the monster she once called her husband. As she fights to reclaim her child and her freedom, Elsa uncovers Liam's ruthless control and the depth of his deception. With each revelation, her resolve strengthens, but so does the danger. Can Elsa break free from Liam's obsession and find true happiness, or will she remain forever in the grip of a billionaire's obsession?

A man wandered the world in search of truth, until he became lost between realms of existence. Will he find what he seeks, or fall into the chaos of scattered dimensions?

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Being the daughter of the most feared Mafia boss isn't one to joke around, but knowing the business of the family comes next, running away is the only choice. Caught right handed, life flips over when a marriage is announced. [Note: Written in Third Person] Cover Picture isn't mine!

◾ SYNOPSIS◾ He stood motionlessly, his cloth dripping of excess muddy liquid, his gaze fixed on the retreating petite figure, riding away on her bicycle. His face was as phlegmatic as ever, his icy stare lingering on the lucky lass. "Just say the word, Zay", his friend nudged. An almost inaudible sigh escaped his lips. He dug his finger into his hair, ruffling it a bit. He turned around and walked towards his car, not even sparing his friend a glance. As soon as he gets in, he shuts the car door, placing his head on the car's head rest while closing his eyes. His men understood the message and put down their guns. Jove shook his head and turned to walk to the car. "It's your first time, dude. What the heck happened?" He asked, walking into the car. "Take the wheels, Damon." His mesmerizing yet cold voice rang, ignoring Jove's question. Jove sighed dramatically and leant back on the seat, bringing out his phone - he was used to his best friend already. Zayde Stoll was the name. His name alone triggered lots of emotions - love, admiration, fear, hatred and every other feelings one could possibly have. He was dangerously handsome; an exact opposite of his real self. At 25, he already was the world's youngest billionaire, having the least number of ten companies in each country. His name made great men fall to their knees and everyone wondered how his fame grew that much. He was known to be eerily cold and he killed without second thoughts. He only needed to say the word and whoever would drop at his feet. He was a real description of a merciless demigod and people shook when he entered college. Jove was his best friend and the only person he talks to aside his Dad, despite their very striking differences. Jove complimented his name - he was one hell of a jovial person and really cheerful...but the heck, he was the world's biggest player. Although he condemned the manner with which Zayde handled his victims, he knew he couldn't do anything about it, having known Zayde since childhood. "Damon! You want to kill us?!" Jove suddenly yelled, yanking off the earpiece he had on. He had fallen back on impulse from the near death crash they barely escaped. He glanced at Zayde, a mistake at first, because the latter never acted like something just happened. His men kept stoic faces too, leaving him dumbfounded. "Am I the only living thing in this car? Because Damon almost sent us to our earliest graves and none of you will f**cking tell me you didn't see that!" Jove yelled. He was this close to being infuriated. Damon chuckled loudly. "It was only a mistake", he said with a shrug. "Yeah, a mistake that would've marked an end to my beautiful life", he said bluntly, his voice unable to mask the sarcasm. "You should be shameless at times, Jove." Boris said, turning back to look at Jove. Just then, Zayde put on his headphone with a slightly irritated huff, a clear indication everyone were disturbing him. They all shut up at once, returning to their previous activities. "You'll watch them kill me one day." Jove mumbled, sinking down into the seat.

Twentysomething Hisako Mochizuki is fine cruising through life, working construction during the day and gaming online at night, until her best friend Kohaku finds a door–an object erased from the world and banned since before she was born. When Kohaku goes missing shortly after, she enters a new world in order to save them–literally, and metaphorically. To survive and succeed, she'll become a Doorkeeper: the people making sure accidents like Kohaku's never happen, but she'll have to become a lot stronger and learn to use her new abilities to do it. Updates weekly on Fridays. Art by @austinaokgray on Instagram Crossposted on Royal Road, Webnovel, and Tapas.

"City's Grip" In a city where shadows breathe danger and trust is a currency few can afford, Samira battles to escape the chains that bind her to its merciless streets. Juggling a dead-end job and a debt she didn’t ask for, her one shot at freedom lies in a dangerous alliance with Malik—a smooth-talking hustler with secrets as heavy as the duffel bag he drags her into carrying. But when a drop-off goes awry and Samira finds herself hunted by unseen forces, she realizes Malik’s plan is far more dangerous than he let on. As the city’s grip tightens, she must outwit criminals, corrupt officials, and even those she thought she could trust. The city doesn’t let go easily. And for Samira, escape may mean sacrificing more than she ever imagined.

I was 19 years old when I was knocked out and abducted. It happened on my dad's festive, we were celebrating the whole day. And without realizing a man not much older than me filled me up while flirting with me. After two years of being nothing but a tool, I often ask myself how I ever could be that dumb. How my past me trusted strangers too easily. But if you had lived a normal life, than this would be normal. Celebrating, having fun, flirting and drinking.... I wished I could go back in time. Warn my younger idiotic naive me. Till he stepped into my cage and made my worst nightmares come true.

He was never meant to survive her world… but now, he might be the only one who can. Luca DeLuca was born into money, not power. Soft-spoken, overlooked, and broken by betrayal, he’s the last man anyone would expect to catch the attention of Valentina Romano the ruthless mafia heiress feared across continents. She's deadly, untouchable, and used to bending men to her will. But when she sets her eyes on him, everything changes. Dragged into a world of blood-soaked secrets, rival families, and shadows of a brother he thought he lost, Luca must confront the truth: he's not just a pawn he's the key to something much bigger. As Valentina tests his loyalty, pushes his limits, and pulls him deeper into her empire, the lines between captor and protector, weakness and power, love and obsession begin to blur. And when bullets start flying and enemies close in, the question is no longer why her? It's can he survive loving her at all?

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!