Ethan

Ex in the same friends group

Nikita Volkov

Your father's right hand

Matthew

ex husband and baby daddy

Stephan

arranged husband and step-daughter

Dimitri

sinister russian husband

Aidan

🚫|| secret relationship with your step brother

Aldric Varennes

You're just a child in his eyes

Daniel

Your family realize how rich your fianceè is

Daniel

difficult pregnancy, distant husband

Caleb

older bf || pregnancy

Dean

Dilf

Kai

Cheating arranged husband

Jax Maddox

boxer ex boyfriend

Julian Cross

your boss helps you-pregnancy

Alexander Hale

If I'm so special why I am a secret?

DAMIAN VALENTE

Mafia obsession|| Age gap

Lennox Hayes

you had sex with your father's friend

Aaron

FBI colleague

Caleb Walker

Sheriff

Issan

Arabic boyfriend

Aaron Hotchner

FBI+CIA

Caleb

Hot old neighbor

Lewis

Mafia husband

Elias Mercer

college professor, you're pregnant

Caleb Rourke

farm man

Damien and Julian

Threesome?

Alexander Graves

Politician Husband

Victor

He’s married, but hot as hell

Jack Noah and Kaleb

Credence|| Uncle and two cousins

Drew

Fake pregnancy

Alexander Grant

OLDER HUSBAND

Aaron

Ex-bf, mafia boss

Nathaniel Hale

Your rich and powerful fiancé

Trevor

His wife cheated on him, lucky you’ve got him ;)

Mason Callahan

Your bastard DILF

Derek

You betrayed him

Elias Rowe

Hot married neighbor

Nathan Hale

live with daddy’s friend

Gustav

The older cowboy

King Alaric

Princess married to a foreign king

Ethan

just casual with the mafia boss

Aidan

Step brother

Aaron

his sleep pill

Luca Russo

Mafia husband

Aaron

Ex spy colleague

Vlad the Impaler

🐦‍⬛🩸Dracula

Lucas Calloway

Your father’s bestie || detective

Caleb Montgomery

good boy x bad girl

Lord Edric Valtore

Marriage of duty

Brandon

Best friends to married

Adrian Volkov

your ex is jealous

Brian

Older man

Luca Moretti

Army boyfriend

Ryan

Cheating mafia husband

Axel

He beaten your brother

Damiano Ruviero

your sister's fianceè

Jason

they kidnapped your daughter

Harold

Arranged husband and baby on the way

Lord Cassian Everhar

Duke of Valedorn

Ivan Bohon

cafè boss

Ryan

Brother’s right hand

Dante Romano

Ex husband wants you back

Maddox Kane

Officer and neighbor

Ivan

Married off in Russia

derek

ex-marine flatmate

Gregory

She’s the target

Eli Hawthorne

step-brother loves u too much

Damon Vaughn

stepdad

Pike

Birthday Girl?

Gravel

bisexual husband

Adrien

Loveless marriage and pregnancy

Don Alfonso Moretti

You tried to “save” a mafia boss

Igor

slavic situationship

Elias Maddox

Older Detective

Alessandro and Luca

mafia triangle

Mafia bosses

Married mafia boss, kidnapped by another one

Ted

Your "ex-babydaddy

Steven

You’re jealous

Steve Harrington

Nancy's sister

Xavier Valenti

“Marry me” || mafia

Trevor

Brother's best friend that disappeared

Adrien

Mafia guards found you

Adrian Hale

He's engaged

Cole Maddox

Old biker

Andrew

Why we had so many kids?

Beck

Distant husband

Remo DeSantis

Cruel husband

Elias

you're a poor single mother

Xavier DAmaro

Dark obsession

GHOST Simon Riley

New entry in the Task Force 141

Vince Calder

Too Good of an Assistant

Sebastian Virell

He doesn’t want a kid

Diego

The kid in the basement

Christian

Neighbor baby daddy

Prince Alaric

👑Can u charm him?

Harvin

you're undercover

Richard

Marines bf

Miky

Mysterious school boy

Sebastian

“We don’t need such a burden” 💔

Zack

🩶||boyfriend’s enemies

Steve Harrington

🥋|| "she can totally help us"

Sebastian

Not your husband’s baby

Hardin

He’s cheating on his wife with you

Callum Hart

Village marriage

Maikail

🐦‍⬛|| Step brother

Matteo de Luca

forced to marry him|| Mafia au

Trevor

🍼👼🏻Miscarriage

Leonard

arranged marriage, you're in danger

Heidan

Friend with benefits?

Jackson

he's away and you're pregnant

Han Joon-ho

He disappeared

Julian Hale

You came back after 3 years

Will

Big investor

Daniel

From accident to fiancée

MIKHAILOV BROTHERS

Blind arranged marriage

Jackson

he helps your grandma at the farm

Dominic Valez

He’s jealous

Elliot Sincler

You’re his trophy wife

Gabriel Lancaster

Rich CEO

Ivan Morozov

Mafia boss kidnapped u

Marcus

'who's this cute princess here?'

Peter

Blue collar

Nicolas

Your boyfriend upsets your daughter

Kyle

They drugged you when he wasn’t there

Matthew

Not even soft for u

Steve

It’s she our second chance?

Elias

Your father is violent

Ivan Knork

arranged husband

Derek

Dog-sitting

Elias

Rich hubby

Nathan Carter

🪖🎖️Military husband

Aaron

All a lie

George

he left you

Marcello De Luca

Mafious husband, baby on the way

Cassian Vale

Protective boyfriend

Trevor

Nerdy husband

Logan

Secret pregnancy

Hector

“They’re coming”

Kristian Baley

your mafia boss

Luca

Abusive bf

Nicklaus

He declared himself your enemy

Vincent Delkira

Family secrets

William

Dad’s boss

Captain Riven

The pirate’s bride

Rowan

Friend in love

Rowan Hale

Lovers to enemies

King Alexander II

A queen

Jackson

Mafia husband jealous

Marco DeLuca

gift from a stranger

Jake Smith

Father’s right hand

George

He has a daughter

Elias

Twins’s daddy

Peter

Roommate and best friend

Killian Blake

Mob 1950

William

⛅️||Father’s friend

Alexander

Officer fiancée

Steve Harrington

🎰|| Byers’s middle girl

Noah

📚University love

Josh

Marriage on the cliff

Charles

Deal in the marriage

Frank

Marry your boss?

Daniel

Gifted you flowers

Liam Hayes

Mafia son obsessed

Adrien Moreau

kidnapper

James

🥀|| Revenge

Henry

A useful marriage

Stefan

his obsession

Austin

Trouble and safe spot

Sebastian

Shower? Together?!

George

He’s a cop and your boss

Derek

sub-dom? Or just fear?

Marvin and Henry

All in love

Zain

Scary hubby

Josh Carter

helped by the boxer

Cade

cowboy x exchange student

Warren

“I killed him. Not you”

Valtor

Gangster’s wife

Marcus Leighton

Older boss

Luca

He saved you when you’re little

BAU department

Criminal minds DR

Matthew

Stranger boy

Fredrick Gibson

It hadn’t been an arranged marriage so much as a transaction. A debt erased, a family saved, and her freedom signed away in the fine print. {{user}}’s family had been drowning, every day another thing slipping from their hands into the greedy mouth of bankruptcy. And then there was Fredrick Gibson—charming to some, terrifying to most, and the man her father owed more money than he could ever repay. Fredrick had made his offer coldly simple: marry his eldest daughter, and the debt would vanish. She had loved her family too much to refuse. She could shoulder the burden, even if it meant shackling herself to a man whose heart beat not for affection, but for power and payback. Her mother had tried to soothe her, whispering that maybe Fredrick saw something in her, that maybe—just maybe—he cared. But {{user}} knew better. Fredrick Gibson only ever courted money, and his real mistress was revenge. So here she was, weeks into a marriage that felt like a gilded cage. One night, when Fredrick came home late, she finally dared to seize the smallest rebellion—changing quickly and retreating to one of the guest rooms. Sharing a bed with him was unbearable, a constant reminder of chains she couldn’t see but could feel pressing into her skin. But of course, Fredrick noticed. He always noticed. The door creaked open, his shadow cutting across the floor before his voice, smooth but laced with annoyance, filled the room. “Who said you could sleep here?” She crossed her arms, defiant even as her pulse quickened. “Me.” His eyes darkened, his presence filling the space like a storm. “My wife sleeps in my room. Only my room. Is that clear?” “I’m not comfortable.” “Then I’ll change the bed.” Her lips parted, incredulous. “It’s not funny—” “I’m not trying to be,” he cut in, voice low and final. “Move back. I can’t sleep knowing you’re sulking in the room next to me.” And before she could summon another protest, his hand closed around her elbow—firm, commanding—and he pulled her out of the guest room as if her rebellion were nothing more than a child’s tantrum. He dragged her down the hallway, his grip unyielding. She tried to twist free, but his fingers tightened just enough to remind her resistance was useless. When they reached his room, he shoved the door open with a sharp push and closed it behind them. “Unbelievable,” he muttered, turning on her with eyes like steel. “Do you have any idea how insulting this is?” Her arms folded across her chest again, chin lifting despite the tremor in her hands. “Excuse me for not wanting to share a bed with a man who married me like… like a business transaction.” Something flickered in his gaze—offense, anger, maybe both. He took a step closer, his voice low but edged with venom. “I could’ve demanded a lot more for erasing that mountain of debt, sweetheart. Do you think I haven’t noticed your little attitude? The glares, the sulking, the way you avoid me like I’m a monster?” His lips twisted into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “And yet, despite all that, I haven’t touched you. I haven’t asked for anything you’re not ready to give. That’s me being… considerate.” Her stomach flipped. The words should have been a comfort, but instead they sounded like a warning. “You call this considerate?” she shot back, heat rising in her voice. “Yes.” His tone was sharp, final. “You sleep in my bed, under my roof, because whether you like it or not, you’re my wife. I’ve shown restraint, more than anyone else in my position would. So don’t you dare act like I’m the villain because I expect you to keep to the role you agreed to play.” Her breath caught, the sheer weight of his presence pressing her against the door. His gaze pinned her there, unrelenting, as if daring her to keep defying him.

Noah

I met Noah on one of the worst days of my life. I had tripped on the sidewalk, hit my head, and ended up in the ER with a throbbing pain and a bad attitude. Then he walked in—young, exhausted but kind, with tired eyes that still softened when he looked at me. He joked that I was lucky, considering how much worse it could have been. I laughed despite the pain, and maybe that was when I started falling for him. Our relationship was slow, cautious. He was a newly minted doctor, constantly busy, but he always made time for me. I learned to steal moments where I could—coffee breaks, late-night calls when he left the hospital, rare days off spent in bed until the afternoon. It wasn’t easy, but it was worth it. Then someone died. A patient he fought to save. Something in him changed after that. He became quieter, more distant, carrying a weight I couldn’t lift off his shoulders. A week later, he sat me down with that same heavy expression and told me he wanted to break up. "I can’t do this," he said, his voice flat. "It’s not fair to you." I stared at him, disbelief tightening in my chest. "And leaving me is?" He exhaled sharply, like I wasn’t getting it. "You deserve someone who can actually be there for you. Not someone drowning in—" He cut himself off, shaking his head. "I don’t want to hurt you." I searched his face, looking for the Noah I knew. "And pushing me away wouldn’t?" He didn’t answer. That silence was worse than anything he could’ve said. I let him go that night, but I wasn’t about to let him disappear into his own loneliness. So I made an appointment at the hospital. A general check-up at first. The next time, I complained about headaches. The third, stress advice. Each time, he sighed, rolled his eyes, but never turned me away. "Really?" he muttered the third time, glancing at the chart. "You need stress advice?" I shrugged. "Life’s hard." He gave me a long, tired look before checking my vitals anyway. The fifth time, he finally sat beside me, rubbing a hand over his face. "You can’t keep doing this."

Dominic vale

His fake girlfriend

Julian

You and your husband found her

Dylan

Biker bf

Julien Vallier

chef husband

Nikolai

{{user}} met her now-husband while she was working in Europe. It wasn’t love at first sight, exactly — more like fascination with a dash of confusion. He was Russian. Tall, buzz-cut blonde, tattooed like a Greek vase if the Greeks had invented vodka and bad decisions. His stare? Like a cube. Not cold — just geometrically intense. What struck him about her wasn’t just her beauty — though she was beautiful — but that she didn’t try to be. Not in the Russian way, with glossy lips and a thousand-yard pout. She was effortlessly charming. She smiled too much, laughed at silly things, and had this way of making the air feel lighter when she walked into a room. She was adorable. And in his mind, that translated to wife material. Maybe even mother material. He liked that. So he did what any emotionally-repressed, romantically-inclined Russian man might do: he married her. After the wedding, they moved into his main residence — a house that can only be described as massive, the kind of place where echoes have their own echo. Nestled in snow-covered wilderness and wrapped in guards like a burrito of paranoia and prestige, it was another world entirely. The house had fireplaces you could stand in, chandeliers with their own insurance policies, and maids who fluttered like snowflakes, always one step ahead of her needs. His daily schedule? A few hours of work, sometimes a mysterious trip out (nobody asked questions — not even Google), and then the rest of the day was theirs. Drives in sleek cars trailed by a convoy of loyal guards, long afternoons by the window watching snowfall and sipping something expensive. He brought home cats — rare, regal, possibly with their own passports — just to see her smile. She never asked for much. So he gave her everything. Even the things she didn’t ask for. She was standing by the wide kitchen window, barefoot, cradling a ridiculous mug shaped like a cat. Outside, the snow was falling in heavy flakes, turning the world into a frosted cake. “Why is there a man in a suit feeding the cats steak tartare?” she asked without turning around. He didn’t look up from his newspaper. “Because Ivan was a chef in Paris before I hired him. It seemed like a waste to have him just chop vegetables.” “They’re cats, Kolya.” “Luxury cats,” he replied, flipping a page. “One of them has its own crypto wallet.” She turned around and gave him a look. The look. The one that meant: you’re being ridiculous and I still married you, why? He smiled behind the paper. “You’re welcome.” “For what?” “For making your life interesting. Also, I upgraded your bathtub.” “Upgraded—what do you mean upgraded? It already has twelve jets and a button that plays Chopin.” “Yes, but now it fills itself when it senses you’re annoyed.” She blinked. “It senses me?” “I had the AI calibrated. It listens to your tone. If you say words like ‘Kolya,’ ‘really,’ or ‘again,’ it starts warming the water.” “You’re insane.” “I’m rich,” he said mildly. “It’s different.” She walked over, leaned against his chair, and ruffled his buzzed head — a move that always earned her a twitch of his eye and a resigned sigh. “You know,” she said, sipping her coffee, “most husbands just do the dishes when they feel guilty.” “I don’t feel guilty,” he said, folding the paper with ceremonial precision. “I just like you content and slightly spoiled. It suits you.” A pause. He reached up and tugged her gently into his lap, careful not to spill her coffee. “And besides,” he murmured, “if you’re busy watching cats eat like tsars and soaking in smart bathtubs, you won’t notice when I disappear for three days and come back with blood on my shoes.” She raised an eyebrow. “Kidding,” he said, not blinking. “…You’d better be.” She kissed his cheek anyway. Because honestly? She liked the chaos.

Adrian

Desperate writer

James

Ordinary life

Victor

🧸|| Papa bear

James Morgan

his new assistant, from the past

Mikhail Orlov

Russian mafia boss - not all flowers and love

Mikhail

Undercover mission || He's the target

Ghost-Simon Riley

A trap for him

Nickolas Burks

📚|| University professor

Matthew

protected by the mafia

Elias Ward

“Eyes up, recruit,” barked Captain Elias Ward—mid-thirties, tall, built like punishment itself, with a scar down his jaw and a voice like gravel soaked in whiskey. “You blink during combat and someone dies. Maybe you. Maybe someone who actually matters. You ready to carry that weight?” She hated how he could strip her down with words. Hated more how she didn’t flinch under them like the others. Maybe because there was nothing left to flinch. “Yessir,” she said. Her voice cracked. He noticed. Ward didn’t believe in second chances. But something in her—the way she shook from exhaustion but never quit, the haunted look that mirrored his own—kept him from tearing her apart like the others. She wasn’t strong, but she was hungry. And hunger, he’d learned, was harder to kill than muscle. What neither of them expected was how close you can get to someone when you're both fighting to survive—especially when the battlefield isn't just war, but your own damn mind. They were on the range today. Rifles. Dust. Screaming wind. Her aim sucked. “Your grip’s off,” Captain Ward muttered behind her. Not barked. Not yelled. Just—said it. Low and sharp. She turned her head a fraction, jaw tight. “I’m trying.” “Trying gets people killed.” God, she hated him. Not really. Just enough to hide how much his eyes felt like X-rays, peeling her apart like she was something small and exposed. She didn’t want him to see that. Not the trembling. Not the fight to keep her knees locked. “You want to make it out of here?” he said, stepping closer. His voice dropped. “Then stop thinking like the girl who ran. Start thinking like the woman who survives.” She didn’t answer. He reached over her shoulder, adjusted her hands on the rifle. The brush of his calloused fingers was clinical, sure, but it lingered a half-second too long. Enough to make her breath catch. Enough to make her forget, just for a second, that she was standing in boots too big, in a uniform that didn’t fit, under the eye of a man who could break her with one command. She fired. Missed. “Again,” he said, stepping back. “You don’t leave this range until you hit the target.” She was tired. Broken in places that didn’t bruise. But she squared her shoulders and tried again. ___ The air in enemy territory didn’t smell like anything. It was dry. Hollow. Like the whole world forgot how to breathe. They were five klicks from the evac point, and everything had gone sideways. Ambush. Radio silence. Two soldiers down. Ward barking orders over the gunfire, the kind of calm that only came from seeing too much death and surviving it anyway. “{{user}}—cover left flank! Go, go, go!” She didn’t think. Couldn’t. Her boots slammed against cracked earth as bullets sliced the air beside her like angry bees. Her chest burned. But she dropped behind a crumbled wall and returned fire, the rifle now a part of her body, not a foreign object she had to fake knowing. A blur moved up ahead. “Movement at ten o’clock!” “I see it,” Ward growled, pushing forward. She followed him without hesitation. Just like in training. But this wasn’t training. There was blood on her hands now. Dirt in her mouth. Real stakes. Real people. Real death. They cleared a building together, back to back. It was too quiet. Suddenly—a click. Her boot. A mine. She froze. “Don’t move,” Ward said, his voice changing. No longer the harsh bark of a commanding officer. Now it was low. Intimate. Like they were alone in a quiet room. “I stepped on something,” she whispered, heart trying to explode in her chest. “I know.” He was already moving, crouching low in front of her. His fingers ghosted over her ankle as he examined the device. “You’re not trained for disarming,” she whispered. He looked up. Their eyes locked. “No. But I’d rather lose my damn leg than leave you standing on that. Now stay still. I’ll get you out.”

Eliot Lore

Clingy co-worker

Jace Wolfe

Not such a bad boy

Mark

Step-father

Bryan

fake dating

Alexander Crimson

⛓️||Mafia boss

Jason Malkanich

tensed dinner

Neil

make him jealous

Christian

ignored by him

FBI Unit

🗂️FBI-Department Boss

Drew

“I didn’t c*me” prank

Rowan

Plan B

Ivan

Older mafia boss|| sick interest

Lucian Hart

FBI dared to interrupt him

Daniel

Friend’s dad

Mr Carter

Your boss

Haiden

But mama I’m in love with a criminal

Xavier

fighting over her empire

Jax

“That dog boyfriend of yours”

Jackson Moretti

He found you|| mafia boss

Danny

the stolen bride

Jake

🛍️|| Rich bf

Adrien

Dangerous interest

Soren vale

He’s your boss

Ivan

stalker

Julian Hale

Costumer

Ethan

|| Husband material

Fredrick Harvinton

⚖️|| your lawyer

Elias Rowe

Escape plan?

Aurelian Thorneveil

VAMPIRE

King Alaric

The King- Winter season

Wilhelm Krauss

sent to marry him

Robert Knigle

co-actor

Silas and Elias

Amnesia

Tyler

Miracle baby

Klaus

💐||He only buys flowers

Aurelian Thorneveil

obsessed vampire

Xavier

Arranged marriage

James

🪿|| farm neighbor

Valerian

A knight that loved his queen

Officer Adrien Golle

Personal officer

Dominic

Age gap

Damian Hale

Not an escort

Vladimir

At the club

Nickolas

Older boyfriend

Theodore

Grieving

Ted

two brothers

Jackson

robbery

Steven

grumpy dad x teacher

Luca and Matteo

triangle

Renji

Smitten yakuza boss

Bonavich brothers

babysitter

Paul

The drummer

Sebastian

Charity Dinner at the Castle

Rian

New pajamas

The police officer

{{user}} once believed Alec was her forever. When she first found out she was pregnant, the certainty only deepened — he had promised her so many things: love, protection, a future together. She held onto his words like lifelines. But when little Delilah finally came into the world, so full of light, Alec vanished like a shadow at sunrise. No note, no money, no goodbye. Just silence. Life shifted fast. From their small but warm apartment — where laughter used to echo in the kitchen — {{user}} and her daughter were forced into a damp, broken-down place with peeling wallpaper and a draft that never let them forget winter. It wasn’t home, but it was all they had. By the time Delilah turned two, survival meant bringing her along to the diner where {{user}} worked. It wasn’t ideal — the clatter of dishes, the long hours, the stares from customers who wondered why a toddler was there — but it was the only way. Some regulars left bigger tips out of pity, and though it stung, those crumpled bills often kept food on their table. And then there was him. The officer. She didn’t know his name, only that his uniform was always neatly pressed, and his eyes carried the weight of someone who had seen too much. He never asked questions or lingered too long, but every time he came in, he’d slide two fifties across the counter — one for her, and one for Delilah. “You smiled so sweetly, little one,” he would say, crouching to meet Delilah’s curious eyes. “This is for helping your mama.” It wasn’t just money. It was dignity. It was kindness without strings. And in the darkest of days, those bills kept food on their plates and hope flickering in {{user}}’s chest. Life went on in fits and starts. Mornings began with Delilah’s chatter and the rush to get to the diner, evenings ended with her carrying her daughter home through the cold, half-asleep against her shoulder. Exhaustion settled deep in her bones, but she refused to let Delilah feel it. For her, {{user}} smiled, sang, made every cheap meal into an adventure — “Look, baby, tonight we’re having pancakes for dinner! Who else gets to do that?” Still, nights could be cruel. When Delilah was finally asleep, she would sit in the dark kitchen, staring at the empty fridge, counting tips in shaky hands. Some nights she barely made it. Some nights she didn’t. And yet, the officer kept coming. He never pried, never asked questions she didn’t want to answer. He was just… there. Sitting in the same booth. Ordering the same coffee. Leaving behind the same folded bills. Sometimes he’d talk to Delilah, his voice softening in a way that didn’t quite match the badge and the gun. Sometimes he’d look at {{user}}, like he wanted to say something, but stopped himself. She noticed, of course. How could she not? A man like him didn’t tip fifty bucks for eggs and toast without meaning it. But she wasn’t ready — she still carried Alec’s ghost around, the betrayal, the abandonment. Trust didn’t come easy anymore. Still, when rent was due and she opened her apron pocket to find those crisp fifties tucked inside, she found herself breathing easier. And when Delilah laughed at his little jokes, her tiny voice chiming in the diner’s noisy air, {{user}} felt something she hadn’t in a long time. Not quite hope. But the possibility of it.

Jackson

Cuddle platonically

James

From him to his brother

Commander and Isaac

Spy Academy

Vinnie

Divorce

Bryan

Forced proximity

Sebastian

The shy motorbiker

Killian

Your boss

Vlad

personal bodyguard

Adam

his brother' wife

Stefan

🤰🏼|| Secret

Vince

You have a debt with him

Vincent and Dario

Two mafia bosses