Fake Relationship

"Please let me go. I swear I won't tell anyone." At last I managed to say with my teary and hoarse voice while he has me pinned on my own bed. I tried to wriggle out but I was no match to his strength. I wanted to scream help and plead to him more but the lust in his eyes and his bulge on my stomach was telling me that he won't back off no matter what. "Shhhh, Don't worry sweety. Nothing will happen without your consent. So, I am giving you one whole minute to relax and give in." His mouth was so close to mine that his lips almost brushed mine while he said those words. Jane Monroe, is 27, divorced, believe that she is Barren and lives a life of a loner. But everything changed the night she went out to help someone.

The investigation is closed. The murderer has been punished. I should be free to live my life. But the first royal investigator is in no hurry to let me go. He suspects I am not who I claim to be. And he intends to uncover the truth, even if he has to bring me to the royal court and lock me up there.

Olivia never thought that an unexpected debt would put her against the ropes... nor that the only way out would be a contract with a man who doesn't believe in love. Dorian was left at the altar and ever since, romance is just an empty word. But one night, fate will cross their paths by mistake. She needs help. He needs a wife. What neither expected was that an agreement signed in the dark would ignite a spark impossible to extinguish. Amid challenges, stolen caresses, and painful truths, Olivia will try to teach Dorian that love doesn't always betray.

A young woman who recently graduated from college lands a job at a sports camp as an assistant coach responsible for student supervision. The students are almost her age, yet she is the one responsible for them. By pure accident, while searching for her group, she stumbles upon a luxurious house owned by an unbearable, rude, and cynical man. That alone wouldn’t have been a problem… if the students hadn’t damaged his extremely expensive property. Realizing the young people could end up in serious trouble, she decides to protect them. But now, instead of them, she will have to work off the debt herself to keep them out of jail. How will her relationship with this dangerous man unfold from here? 🖤

Demons brazenly abduct the king’s betrothed, demanding in return the relic stolen from them one hundred and fifty years ago — the artifact known as the Heart of the Demiurge, the very source of their magic. Will the king really part with something so valuable? Trade immense magical power for a bride he barely knows? And what, then, is the royal Security Service for? Let them earn their keep and return the princess to her future husband. Only… what the hell is another demon doing in this mess? What does he want? Is there a schism in the demonic world? And is someone trying to seize the artifact for themselves — by using the rescued woman as a pawn?

When I woke up the next morning, I couldn’t remember how last night had ended. Opening my eyes, I had no idea where I was. This room was definitely unfamiliar. I glanced under the blanket. “Oh shit...” I wasn’t wearing any clothes, and I had no clue who I had slept with. I needed to get out of here immediately. God, this was so embarrassing. Jumping out of bed, I started searching for my things. After finding my dress but no underwear, I pulled the dress onto my bare body, grabbed my purse, and rushed out of the room. The apartment was huge and beautiful, with an insanely expensive interior. Water was running somewhere in the bathroom, meaning I definitely wasn’t alone here. But meeting the man I had spent the night with was the last thing I wanted. After finding my shoes, struggling with

A powerful, cold man no one dares to defy. An insufferable type with a reputation as a sworn bachelor and a woman-hater. Of all people, she — a girl with a small dream and big problems — just had to cross paths with him. Now, to everyone around them, she’s his fiancée. Though only until the election is over. But what if she falls in love… and for him, it was never more than a game?

In the opulent and often ruthless world of London’s elite, Alistair Finch, a magnate as formidable as he is enigmatic, has built an empire upon ambition and an impenetrable façade. With a fortune measured in generations and a cynicism forged by a lifetime of power, Alistair seeks the company that money can buy, yet longs for a connection that power rarely offers. His life—a meticulous ballet of transactions and luxury—lacks the vibrant passion he once knew… or perhaps never truly had. Lorena is a young art student with striking beauty and a sharp mind, trapped in the relentless grip of financial hardship. Coming from a humble neighborhood, she dreams of a future where her talent can flourish—a dream constantly threatened by debt and family responsibilities. Desperate yet unbreakable, Loren

Providing magical services to wealthy men for money? No problem. Escorting them to family gatherings and fancy soirées? Easy. A satisfied client means a happy wallet. I'm not a con artist — I'm a benefactor, really, helping people feel just a bit more powerful, a touch more elite. And I love this game... until Vincent Storm becomes my client. Light mages aren’t supposed to mingle with dark ones. And they definitely aren’t supposed to enter relationships with them — even fake ones. But who am I to say no when money’s involved? Only now... money isn’t the only thing on my mind. Together, we’re not just playing the role of lovers — we’re also hunting the one behind a string of magical murders.

The sweet and innocent Eva has started working at her dream job. Soon, she will find herself caught in the schemes and conflicts of her hateful, sexy, and millionaire boss over the company's power. She will agree to a deal to pretend they are lovers in front of his rival—something he is used to—but sweet Eva will not be the same after experiencing the world of luxury and passion that her boss introduces to her. When the deal is about to expire, neither of them will be the same.

- Who the hell are you? Why are you helping me? - I'm your fiancé's brother. - What, brother? I clenched my fingers tightly into a fist, my blood boiling with rage. What the hell kind of brother? I don't have a fiancé! So he can go to hell. - And you seriously think I'll accept your help? I'd rather spit in your face than take your handouts! Get out of my café and out of my life! - I've already paid off your debt. You have no choice but to become mine. - Not for anything in the world.

He’s her target — the one she must gather intel on… and then vanish without a trace. Simple enough. Or it should have been. Until she accidentally became his fake fiancée. Until his brother started suspecting her of every mortal sin. And until their long-time rival took a sudden, dangerous interest in her. Falling in love was never part of the plan. But in a mission like this, keeping secrets is easy — keeping her heart out of it is the real challenge.

— So, you're pregnant? — As you can see, — I gesture pointedly at my belly, — I informed HR about the pregnancy, and as far as I know, they’ve already found my replacement. I’ve brought all the medical documents. The man seems not to hear a word. Lost in thought, he runs a hand along his short beard. — When are you due? — In two months. — And you're unmarried, — he states. I press my lips together. I don’t want to talk about the bastard I once called “my love” — the one who vanished the moment I told him I was pregnant, rejecting both me and the baby. With a heavy sigh, I admit: — I’m single. I’ll raise the child on my own. — Perfect, — a smile flashes across his face. Seeing my confusion, he quickly adds: — I mean, I’m sorry to hear that. But… I have a proposition. I’ll pay you — if y

- Thanks for saving me, - I say, turning to face him. His eyes lift to mine, and a cocky smirk curls on his lips: - You’ll pay me back. Oh, right... I almost forgot how we last said goodbye. Anger simmers under my skin. There’s no way I’m about to entertain his filthy little fantasies. But with dozens of curious guests around us, I swallow my fury and force a polite smile: - Of course, - I whisper sweetly. - Goodbye. I turn to leave. One step, and I’m free. But his arm snakes around my waist—tight, possessive. His heat crashes into my back, his body locking mine in place. His breath grazes my neck as he leans in, his voice low, molten, and unmistakably dangerous: - You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. This is only the beginning...

— An apartment and a promotion, just for pretending to be your fiancée? — Yes. But you’ll have to make it convincing. — Why me? — I finally dare to ask the question that’s been bothering me since the start of this strange conversation. — I didn’t want to ask a stranger off the street. I know you. You’re good at your job, and I believe you can pull this off. — Pull off the role of a gold-digger? — Not just that. I want you to bring my children together. Right now, they have nothing in common. No shared ground. I’m desperate. I fear that when I die, they’ll forget about each other entirely. I need to make Mark stay in the company. That’s something just anyone can’t do — but I’m sure you can. He’s so surе because he has no idea about the secret that ties me to his son.

After five years in a coma and a year of rehabilitation, I’m finally about to reclaim my life… I woke up in a world that moved on without me. My parents are gone. My boyfriend thinks I left him. And my older sister decided the best way to help me adjust is to move me in with her husband’s infuriatingly hot, maddeningly arrogant, and utterly insufferable brother. Theodore is a neurosurgeon with the body of sin and a devil’s tongue. We fight all the time… and somehow end up closer than we ever intended. But I know who I love. Don’t I? I’m Ariana Vysotska. And I’m not the kind of girl who gives up.

To save my husband, I agreed to play fiancée to a millionaire — for a price. Now the contract is over, but he won’t let me go. Even my son seems to adore him. The problem? I’m still married… “Go ahead, call them!” I snap. “You've got time — let the cops sort out who bought the car and who ignored the rules. Guess who'll pay the fine?” My foot twitches on the gas. If he really calls the police, I have no idea what I’ll do. “I will,” he shrugs, pulling out his phone, grinning like he’s already won. Screw this. “Screw you, jerk!” I shout — and do something I swore I never would. I flee the scene of the accident.

Alexei Vasiliev, the Tsar’s executioner, is a weapon forged in shadows. His heart is a fortress of ice. In Florence, Chiara, a brilliant art restorer, lives to bring light back to forgotten beauty. When a mission forces their worlds to collide, everything changes. He sees in her an impossible truth. She sees in him a shattered soul that longs to be saved. But Alexei’s world does not allow light. And loving him makes her a target. Caught between loyalty and redemption, the executioner must decide whether to destroy the only light daring to reach him… or risk everything to protect her.

Moving to the capital, I thought I was about to start a new life. But everything goes completely sideways when one day I’m asked to step into the men’s lounge after the salon has closed — because the client is very important. Handsome. Arrogant. And pisses me off just by existing. I know his type all too well. And as if the universe itself is mocking me, I cross paths with this hysterical jerk again — the very man who just cost me my job. To make it even worse, thanks to a ridiculous coincidence, his mother now thinks I’m… his fiancée! And guess what? He offers me a deal: pretend to be his girlfriend for a while, and he’ll help me get my job back. Yeah, right. That’s pure blackmail. But I have no choice. And he’s going to regret this. Because he asked for it.

“Hi, I’m...” I begin, trying to explain who I am and why I’m here, but he cuts me off. “I know. Dad warned me. Come in,” he says, stepping back to let me inside. “So, ready to get to work?” “Yes, I... I’m ready. I’m here to work as the housekeeper. Ivan Semenovych sent me,” I say, trying to sound confident, though my voice trembles slightly. He laughs. It’s a low, pleasant sound, but I don’t understand what’s so funny. “A housekeeper? Dad certainly has a sense of humor,” he says, approaching me and slowly circling, scanning me from head to toe. “I thought you’d be wearing something a bit more... revealing. But whatever. You can start.” “Alright, where should I begin?” It doesn’t look dirty in here. Maybe I should start with the cooking. “You could start with a dance,” ...