You are twenty-two, daughter of the defeated Serevane chief. The Dravok conquered your people and gave you to Darian Greaves, their strongest warrior, as his wife. Tonight, beneath the sacred tree, the tribe demands the Aethren, a fertility rite they expect to witness. But the warrior who claimed you by victory refuses to claim your body by force. The drums are pounding. War paint dries against your skin. Darian stands among the roots, his hand extended, while the shaman waits. He could command everyone here. Instead, he waits for you.
For two years, your marriage to Darian Monroe has been an arrangement for security: he works late, you inhabit the quiet mansion, and neither of you asks what the silence costs. At nearly three in the morning he comes home soaked with rain, carrying Eliza, a twenty-eight-year-old stranger with torn clothes and blood at her side. He says he found her in the street and has called a doctor. Then he announces she is staying—without asking the person who shares his home. You can help her and still challenge the decision. Will he finally speak to you as a partner?
At Northmere University, Spencer Chapman is the arrogant heir who mocks you until the hallway laughs. Behind the deadbolt of an off-campus apartment, he is your legally wedded husband under a family merger. The rule was simple: strangers in public, married at home. You walk in soaked from a midnight study session, and Spencer is waiting at the table with cold eyes and a hot cup of coffee he refuses to acknowledge.
You're second again. Haru let Rosabelle stay because you're the one who called her.
The woman he loved came back from the dead. Leone won't divorce you, and Chiara stays.
Juniper's still on him. Chris knows you smell her perfume and is watching you through the mirror.
Your newly wedded wife, Maria, shares your frustration over the families' arranged union. Behind her dignified posture and guarded glances lies a woman trying to make the best of an impossible situation—and perhaps waiting to see if you two can find common ground.
Your husband ignores you at home. At the party, his hand stays on his ex's seat.
My workaholic husband treats our penthouse like a hotel and our marriage like a meeting he keeps canceling, and the first night in years he actually comes home, he sits on our bed with his tie loosened and tells me he's too tired to deal with me.
Five years married, and he still reaches for your hand like it might not be there. Tonight the car is crawling toward the Oscars, his name on everyone's lips but his eyes only on you. Whatever happens on that carpet, he already knows who he's coming home with.
Five years ago Lucan Serra married you for a political truce. In public he plays the devoted husband, but behind closed doors, you are only an unloved ornament. Tonight he returned from a gala with his mistress on his arm. Standing on the marble stairs, he looks past her at you, coldly telling you to go to bed or watch.
Calder Langford agreed to marry Seraphina to preserve a fortune and a pact between two families. He already sacrificed the woman he loved for that duty. Then Seraphina vanished—and your father dressed you, her twin, in the bridal gown without telling the groom. Now you're at the altar, hidden behind her veil. Calder takes your hand believing you're Seraphina, while the priest waits for your vow. One honest sentence could end the wedding in front of both families. One lie could bind you to a man who doesn't know your name.
You wake to find Wally gone from bed, and the kitchen light on. He's sitting alone, staring out at the grey dawn, a coffee gone cold in his hands. He turns, half-smiling, but his voice is raw: 'Bad dream. Nothing new.' His hand trembles as he reaches for you—this quiet man who's never learned how to ask for comfort.
Dallas Gallagher is the syndicate's feared enforcer, bound to you in an arranged marriage to cement control over the Lower Quay docks. Tonight at a crowded post-raid debriefing, a rival capo makes an insolent pass at you. Dallas cuts through the room with fresh blood on his cuffs, crushing his cigarette into the rug. His gloved hand grips your elbow like iron, demanding you tell him to stand at your shoulder or let him drag you off the floor.
I drove away three matchmakers and swore I'd rather stay a spinster. Then my mother cried all night, and I got into the sedan chair. Now... matchmaker, come back. I have words for you.
A whirlwind marriage brought Celeste Sterling into your family's modernist hilltop estate two months ago: a bashful, strikingly young stepmother completely lost inside its echoing halls. With your father away on a month-long overseas tour, you are left alone in the quiet villa. Downstairs in an oversized knit sweater, she plates warm breakfast with trembling hands, terrified of overstepping yet desperately craving your approval.
For six months, your three-year marriage to Helena Cross has devolved into a freezing emotional desert. You share a bed like polite ghosts, enduring her disdain and late-night 'meetings' while blaming fatigue for her indifference. Hoping to rekindle the flame, you arrive home early with vintage wine. The bedroom door swings open, and Helena steps into the foyer: clad in a backless black silk evening gown, heavy perfume, and diamonds, on her way to another man.
To settle your family's astronomical debts, you agreed to an arranged marriage with Ellis Marrow, the ruthless kingpin of the city docks. Everyone warned you he was a merciless monster with ice in his veins. Now you stand together in the echoing gallery of his private estate after midnight. He hasn't touched you since the vows, but his dark gaze holds you in place as he demands to know what this marriage means to you now.
The crown prince already had you. Aldrich's the brother they gave you instead.
After three years as Sterling Chapman’s unwanted omega husband, you enter his office bare-legged in his old hoodie—with a pregnancy test in the pocket. He orders you to shut the door, still unaware of what you came to reveal.
Beau Lawson is an impeccable corporate titan who married you for publicity, maintaining a flawless illusion of devoted romance for boardrooms and tabloids while sleeping in separate wings. At the city's premier charity gala, guests whisper rumors about his neglected marriage. Beau slides his arm possessively around your waist, his lips brushing your ear with dangerous heat as he dares you to ruin his reputation tonight.
An arranged marriage forged by family business deals. His parents keep pressuring you both to produce an heir for the family. At the dinner table, the false peace is about to break under questions of having children.
Fenton told you Aubrey Lang was just a colleague. Then he brought her to the celebration he spent weeks planning for you, and her hand found his waist like a habit. You are thirty-three. He is thirty-four. Twelve years of marriage just rearranged themselves in one glance. He saw you watching, dropped her, and crossed the room. He wants you outside before the cake table hears it. He still thinks this ends in a fight, not papers.
Your arranged marriage to dominant billionaire alpha Aldric Vane was supposed to unite two powerful houses. Instead, he treats your bond like cold paperwork, barely looking at his recessive omega spouse while living as he pleases. It is his birthday. You waited up with a chocolate cake, only for Aldric to stumble home drunk with a giggling omega on his arm. He tells you to go upstairs, or stay and watch them drink.
Your new stepmother has just arrived at the house. Will she be the sweet confidante you hope for, or is there more to her than meets the eye?
A chaotic weekend in Las Vegas was supposed to end with an early flight home, but you wake up with a crushing hangover beneath the Egyptian cotton of a luxury penthouse suite. Beside the bed sits wealthy venture capitalist Sterling Griffin, sipping black espresso in a rumpled tuxedo. He tosses an official Clark County marriage certificate onto the duvet, calmly informing you that you became his legal spouse at 4 A.M.
S.Coups, your arranged marriage fiancé and the stern, capable CEO of Choi Group, has never shared much private time with you. You believe both of you are trapped in this unwanted union, unaware that he has long held feelings for you. Pressured by your families, you move into a new house together; you must share the same room to build your relationship, though you can sleep in separate beds. You dislike rigid, intimidating men and keep deliberately avoiding S.Coups. One stormy evening, you stay in your room all day. At 8 PM, you head out to get water and run into S.Coups coming home soaked. Dressed in a wet hoodie, he looks dishevelled like a drenched puppy, surprisingly youthful and gentle, nothing like his usual serious self. He takes off his damp hoodie in front of you, saying the wet clothes feel uncomfortable. His toned eight-pack glimmers faintly under the warm room lights. He lingers around you, and you can’t help but feel he is subtly tempting you.
Carson Jacobson is your loving, charming husband, but he harbors a dangerous split personality that emerges without warning. At a noisy neighborhood backyard barbecue, his warm smile suddenly vanishes. His grip at your waist tightens once before releasing, his eyes turning cold and unfamiliar as his secondary persona takes control. Pull him away from the crowd, or face the cold stranger who demands to know why you brought him here.
For five years of marriage, high-society heir Forrest Patterson refused to have children, claiming family legacy was an unnecessary burden. You buried your own desires to keep him happy, trusting his devotion was complete. That sacrifice turns into betrayal when prenatal sonograms arrive at your penthouse. Forrest corners you in the living room, admitting his mistress Celeste is pregnant and daring you to contest the marriage.
Kidnapped and zip-tied to a chair in a freezing warehouse, you are being held hostage by a mafia syndicate to blackmail your dangerous husband Emmett Ward. Suddenly, both warehouse doors blow open at once. On one side stands your husband Emmett with a drawn blade; on the other stands your lethal ex-husband Cedric with a gun. Ignoring the terrified captors, both men lock eyes on you, demanding you pick which one of them gets to cut you free.
Serena Bradley walks in on her fiancé and her best friend tangled together, the betrayal hitting harder than any slap she could throw.
Three days of silence. Your husband is finally ready to talk. Desares Voss, 36, built a company around getting answers, but his 27-year-old spouse has barely spoken since their argument. He picks you up from work anyway. Rain blurs the estate road, the leather seats smell faintly of his cologne, and the gates are still miles away. When he reaches across the console out of habit, you move his hand aside. He returns it to the steering wheel. The question he has avoided for three days is suddenly the only thing left between you.
Your wealthy husband Ren Ishida relocated his entire business empire to America just so the two of you could live together openly. Months of back-to-back corporate travel kept you apart in different time zones. Tonight you finally show up unannounced at his penthouse office. Ren locks his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap against his desk, burying his face in your neck and asking which city stole you from his bed.
🤍 Public Intro — Levi Ackerman × Maria One year after the Rumbling, Levi Ackerman lives a quiet life in the countryside, working as a carpenter. When he visits his old civilian friend, Maria's father, an unexpected marriage proposal changes his future. At eighteen, Maria barely remembers Levi, having seen him only once or twice as a child. Yet her father arranges their marriage, and soon she becomes the wife of a man she hardly knows. Now, after only one week of marriage, they share a small countryside home. Levi is reserved, blunt, and difficult to read, while Maria is quiet and gentle. Neither knows how to bridge the distance between them. Can two practically unfamiliar people learn to trust each other and build a life together, one quiet day at a time? 🤍
Bastian Merrick, heir to the most powerful mafia family, was never given a choice when his father arranged his marriage to you, a bride from an old noble family. He refused until his father made it clear that refusal was not an option. Now the wedding is over, and you're alone with your new husband in a private salon filled with cigarette smoke and the scent of wine. Bastian has no intention of pretending this marriage is love. He lays out the rules: separate lives, no expectations, and no feelings involved. Before your wedding night begins, he gives you one chance to challenge a rule. Will you accept his terms, or make the man who never bends reconsider?
Roman Harland is your devoted, honorable husband who promised to cherish you forever. The only rift in your marriage is his late brother demanding widow, whom Roman swore an oath to protect. During your anniversary dinner, her frantic phone call pulls Roman away from the table. Putting on his coat while kissing your cheek, he asks you to keep the plates warm while he rushes to her side.
You said no. Ivor Kingsley married you anyway, not for love, because the family needed a wife and Giulia Conti had already refused him. He respected her no. Not yours. Six hours after the courthouse, his estate is full of guests for Giulia's half-page mention in a lifestyle magazine, and he lets her keep her hand on his arm in front of the cameras.
Your wife, stunning and aloof, hides a devastating betrayal behind her alluring gaze—and she thinks you're too blind and drunk to notice.
Hours after the crown forced him to marry you instead of Isolde, your new husband leaves your wedding feast for her garden, and stops in the moonlit corridor, coat open, to make you choose: bar the door, or step aside and let him go to her.
You have been staying with your shameless, teasing roommate Colton Easton while nursing your newborn. Expressed milk bottles stored in the kitchen fridge kept mysteriously going missing. Creeping into the dark kitchen at two in the morning, you find Colton standing in the open refrigerator light, bottle half-empty in his hand with a defiant grin, daring you to do something about it.
Corinne Barrett | Changed Wife Three years into your marriage, Corinne Barrett was the loving, affectionate partner who left sweet notes in your pockets and laughed over midnight dinners. Now an exhausting promotion to senior litigation partner has hollowed her out. Unlocking the front door past midnight, she hurls her coat onto the sofa and snaps caustically about dinner to hide her terrifying fear that you no longer love her.
Your childhood-sweetheart husband. That signature dirty blonde hair has just been dyed black by you — silver hoops in his ear, a beauty mark at the corner of his eye. Possessive, romantic, a born prankster — and he spoils you like a princess. Oh, and one more thing: he hid a mechanical mouse in your blanket last night.
You have been married to Graham Ellery long enough for domestic habits to feel permanent, yet his secretive departures continue without explanation. Every evening just before dusk, he packs a leather valise and disappears until sunrise. Tonight, you block the front foyer before he can slip past the threshold. His hand freezes on the brass knob as he studies your resolute stance, waiting to see if you will finally demand the truth.
You weren't supposed to notice. Joe's married, and he hoped you wouldn't.
