You're bound by blood and vow to the devil's heir—a marriage forged in fire and prophecy. He’s cold, powerful, and terrifyingly beautiful. You were chosen not for love, but fate. Now, every touch ignites a war between desire and dread. Can you tame him? Or will he consume you completely?

Ted, heir to the cursed throne, asks you to be his queen, but you refuse—determined to save him from a fate that has doomed every ruler before him. As he searches for a wife, Nathan, the king’s sworn enemy, unexpectedly asks for your hand. He doesn’t love you—he only wants to hurt Ted. Seeing a chance to stop the curse, you accept, aiding Nathan in his bid for the throne so Ted won’t have to take it. But as secrets unravel and betrayals mount, it becomes clear that no one is safe—and by the time the throne is claimed, one of them may not survive.

I never wanted her. She was a pawn—meant to be used, broken, discarded. A marriage of convenience to secure an alliance, nothing more. But now, every breath she takes sets my blood on fire. The way she flinches when I enter the room, how her lips tremble when she whispers 'yes, my lord'… I tell myself it’s weakness I despise. But the truth claws at me in the silence: I want her. Not as property. As mine. And that makes me dangerous in ways even I didn’t foresee.

On the night of your arranged marriage, the Shadow Prince descends from the void, tearing you from the ceremony and claiming you as his fated queen. 'You were born for my throne,' he whispers, chains of shadow binding your wrists. Your fiancé is gone. The world thinks you dead. But in the depths of his obsidian palace, something stirs—your power, your hunger, your truth.

On the night of your arranged marriage, the Shadow Prince descends from the void and steals you away. He claims you are not meant for light or ceremony—but for darkness, power, and him. Your fiancé waits below, unaware. The throne of shadows pulses beneath your feet, whispering promises of forbidden strength. Your decisions shape the balance between realms.

I am the Black Rose, the most feared sorceress in the empire—ruthless, untouchable, crowned in blood and whispers. Kings beg for mercy at my feet. Yet every night, I return to a quiet cottage beyond the woods, where *he* waits. My husband. Shy. Timid. Trembling when I touch him. And yet… only in his arms do I feel real. Only he has seen me cry. Only he can calm the storm inside me. But the empire won’t tolerate weakness. If they discover how I melt for him, they’ll use him to break me. Or kill him. So I wear my cruelty like armor. But tonight… he found my diary.

You were taken from your burning kingdom and wed to the man who slaughtered your family. King Cassian rules with iron and fire, feared by all—yet every night, he locks himself away, whispering to someone who isn’t there. Now, as his queen, you’re expected to obey. But you’ve seen the way his hands tremble when he thinks no one’s watching. Your decisions shape whether you break him, save him, or become something neither of you expected.

You're just human—fragile, powerless, ordinary. Yet the Alpha chose you as his bride, binding your fate to his pack in a ritual older than blood. The wolves growl behind their teeth when you pass. Hunters mark your scent. And him? He watches silently, waiting to see if you break... or rise.

You were forced into marriage for power—a political alliance with the most feared crime family. But on your wedding night, he was gunned down in front of you. Now his ghost lingers, bound to you by unfinished vengeance. He watches, whispers, demands justice. And you? You're trapped between his cold presence and the living men who want you for themselves.

You are the heir to a bloodstained empire—raised on secrets, loyalty, and violence. Your marriage to Damian Voss isn't love; it's alliance. But on your wedding night, you find something more dangerous than bullets or betrayal hidden behind his steel-gray eyes: desire laced with control, pain, and a hunger that terrifies you. Your decisions shape whether you break him—or become his perfect victim.

In a tense political landscape, you, the sister of Feyd-Rautha, are forced into a marriage with Paul Atreides to save your brother and ensure the survival of House Harkonnen. The air crackles with unresolved animosity as you stand before the Atreides heir, your heart pounding with a mixture of defiance and fear. He represents everything your family has fought against, yet there's an undeniable attraction between you that neither can ignore.

You stand at the altar in a gown stitched with flames, the weight of your people’s ashes on your shoulders. Kaelen Dain, the general who razed your city and executed your siblings, waits for your vow. The dagger beneath your veil is cold against your thigh. One slash could avenge a nation. One lie could save it. The Obsidian Circle engineered the war that shattered Vaelis, pitting North against South while they bled both dry. Now they watch, eager for this marriage to fail. But secrets fester in the shadows—Kaelen took no pleasure in the slaughter. Orders came from higher hands. And your rebellion? Built on lies buried by your own blood. Lira urges you to kill him. Captain Rhen hints at treason within the Dominion. Lady Sovei dreams of an ancient force waking beneath the ruins. Every choice fractures the path ahead: expose the truth and ignite war, rule beside the man you hate, or vanish into vengeance’s fire. This marriage is a battlefield. Your heart, a weapon. Will you bury the blade—or yourself?

You must never let this devil of a man win. As a representative of the head church, you've continuously interfered with Lucan Saden's plans to take over a small town sitting atop valuable diamond and ruby deposits. This dangerous enemy has set his sights on you, and now you find yourself invited into his domain as dinner approaches - will you maintain your resolve or fall prey to his manipulations?

I never wanted to marry Damien Blackwood - the so-called 'Devil's Heir' - but when my sister vanished on her wedding day, I had no choice. Now I'm trapped in a gilded cage with a man who defies every terrifying rumor, and the more I uncover about his true identity, the deeper I fall into a conspiracy that could destroy us both. Will you help me expose the truth or play along to survive?

Lilith Roche is the oldest and wisest of vampire sisters, ruling as queen from her legendary estate. She is wise, clever, and treacherous—a ruler who commands respect through both intellect and power. As her fiancée by political arrangement, you exist in a precarious position within her court. To Lilith, this union was initially nothing more than a strategic convention, yet something about your character has piqued her interest. She's drawn to you in ways that transcend politics, though love remains an elusive concept for the vampire queen. The path forward is yours to choose: Will you seek to win her heart and rule beside her, or escape to forge your own destiny?

How hard is it to go back to normal when he has already looked into the deepest shadow once and now the eyes from that shadow keep watching his every move? How hard is it for a woman who is broken in her own way to become a part of his life, which now consists only of shadows and half-shadows? You are Thomas's second wife. You are an orphan with a past you alone control, now married to a man haunted by the memory of his first wife's death at the hands of a supernatural creature.

After the sudden death of her parents, a shy and sheltered young woman finds herself at the mercy of greedy relatives who arrange her marriage to Ethan Amethyst, the most feared mafia boss in the city. With no other options, she must leave her sheltered life behind and navigate an uncertain future with a man known for his cold cruelty and ruthless reputation.

You are a sorceress who sought power beyond mortal limits. In the silence of the blood moon ritual, you bound your soul to the Demon Lord Malakar. The pact was meant to be transactional—his strength for your service. But now, every pulse of his energy through your veins feels like a caress from the abyss. Your decisions shape whether you resist the hunger he’s awakened… or surrender completely.

I was just a replacement—my sister's stand-in for a marriage to the infamous Damien Voss. But the cold-blooded heir I expected isn't who he seems. Behind his gentle smile lies a web of lies so deep it threatens us both. Now I must choose: play the dutiful wife, investigate the truth, or run before the real monsters find me.

"Your fiancée" The actions and victories of your father Mayron Varkaan have not gone unnoticed by the king, who has decided to unite the House Targaryen and the House Varkaan with a marriage between Helaena Targaryen and yourself, the heir of House Varkaan and the princess of a dynasty. You don't really agree with this marriage. All the rumors about how strange the princess is have you worried - you don't want to marry a woman considered crazy - but you also can't dishonor your father or your house. So you have to resign yourself and perhaps get used to her unsuspecting comments.

You've married a man who seems to know everything about you, purchased like property to become his wife. With no understanding of his motives, you obeyed your father's request—anything to escape a life where you were treated merely as a display, a candle flickering in darkness. Now you've arrived at his imposing, shadowy mansion, and your new husband's cold welcome suggests this marriage will be far more than you anticipated.

You're the kingdom's deadliest shadow, trained to kill without sound or remorse. Now you're bound by a fake marriage to Prince Cassian—your target, your cover, and the one man who sees through every lie. The court believes you're his devoted spouse. But beneath the silk and smiles, you're one slip from assassination—or surrender.

Arranged marriage with the prince? The clinking of goblets and the low hum of conversation grated on my ears as I sat rigid in my chair, back straight as a blade. My father, King Edric, wore his usual composed mask, a bearded face of cold command, silver circlet catching the candlelight. My mother, Queen Amara, carried her smile like a polished dagger, sweetness hiding the calculation behind her ice-blue eyes. They spoke of alliances, peace, children, legacy while I sat in suffocating silence. I did not want this. My fingers curled around the polished silver goblet, knuckles whitening. The scent of roasted boar and rich spiced wine turned my stomach. At twenty-seven, I had fought on more battlefields than I could count, crushed entire rebellions, and yet here I was, a pawn on my parents' dinner table.

Your family sold you to the Vampire King to settle their debts, trading your life for gold. Now, bound by blood oaths and ancient magic, you stand at the edge of eternity. He doesn’t want just your blood—he wants your soul, fused with his as his eternal queen. Your decisions shape the fate of both mortal realms and the undead empire.

Your blood doesn't just sustain him—it burns through his curse like holy fire. The vampire lord claims you're his fated bride, the one prophesied to break his eternal damnation. But when a rival prince offers freedom in exchange for betrayal, you realize your pulse is the most dangerous weapon in this war of immortals. Your decisions shape who lives, who dies, and who owns your soul.

I never asked to be part of a revenge plot. All I wanted was to save my mother’s life and keep a roof over our heads. When the Wijaya family offered me a marriage contract with their heir, I thought it was just another cold transaction. But the moment I stepped into Adrian’s childhood home and saw that faded photo of us—two kids smiling in an orphanage yard—I knew something deeper was happening. Now, every kiss feels like a lie, every touch a manipulation. The truth? Our parents have been planning this for fifteen years. And I’m not just a bride. I’m a weapon they’ve spent a lifetime sharpening.

I never thought saying 'I do' would feel like signing my death warrant. But here I am—wed to Vincent Moretti, heir to the most ruthless crime family in the city. The ring on my finger isn’t just gold; it’s a leash. Everyone watches me now—the dons, the lieutenants, even the servants with their silent stares. They’re waiting for me to slip up. Because in this world, weakness is punished by disappearance. And yet… somewhere beneath the coldness of his gaze, I see something flicker when he looks at me. Is it control? Possession? Or could it be something dangerously close to desire?

You're marrying the man who killed your brother. This is not a joke. Life as you knew it ended when Enzo died, and now you must face the devastating consequences of a mafia war that has torn your family apart. Forced into a union with your brother's killer to broker peace between rival crime families, you must navigate a world of danger, deception, and impossible choices. Will you find a way to survive this marriage to a dangerous man, or will vengeance consume you?

Your life ended rather unremarkably—you died of a heart attack on the street. But after death, you met an ancient being who wanted to be your husband. A faceless man with wings. For some reason, you agreed. Five years of marriage later, you're on the shores of the Pacific Ocean with infinite possibilities. Death wasn't the end for you—just the beginning of an extraordinary life with your divine husband.

The emperor of Imperium Noctis was known for his cold, distant demeanor, some even rumored he had no feelings at all. Now, you were sent to be his bride. The marriage has nothing to do with love, you don't even know each other. Its sole purposes are creating a legitimate heir, following traditions, and expanding the empire. What could possibly go wrong...

In 1837, you became the bride of Nosferatu after being kidnapped during a carriage accident that left you stranded in the snow. Blind since birth, you initially believed the mysterious vampire was your savior, unaware of his true nature. For two years, you've lived in his manor, treated alternately as possession and cherished companion. Now you've given birth to a child with strange deformities, and Nosferatu has declared it a curse that must be destroyed.

A Broken Marriage. Lucerys and his older sister were among the only ones to survive the Dance of the Dragons. Now married, the queen and king consort have difficulty connecting with not only each other but with anyone due to trauma during the war.

A marriage of convenience, but not with him

Marriage alliance between princess and prince.

You are Alice Salvatore—tall, powerful, and forged in fire. Godolkin University promised to shape you into a hero, but it’s turning you into someone else entirely. Cate Dunlap sees you, touches you, makes you feel wanted for the first time. But her warmth hides control, her love masks manipulation. Marie warns you. Andre watches too closely. Jordan pushes too hard. And Sam… Sam understands the darkness in you better than you do. Your decisions shape whether you become a legend—or a weapon in someone else’s hands.

I was just a replacement—my sister fled, and I was forced to marry Damien Voss, the ruthless heir to a corporate empire. But the man I wed is nothing like the monster they warned me about. His kindness is disarming, his secrets even more so. Now I’ve uncovered the truth: he’s not the heir at all, and my sister’s disappearance was no accident. Every smile, every touch, might be part of a deadly game. Do I trust the man I’m falling for, or the instincts screaming that I’m already a pawn?

Bound by a forbidden pact that defies court conventions, you share an intimate relationship with Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. United by passion, duty, and a love that exists in the shadows, your growing belly was a silent promise of a shared future - a little dragon born of three flames. But when tragedy strikes and you lose the child, the fragile balance of your relationship is tested by overwhelming grief, guilt, and the emptiness left behind by what might have been.

Your rich but aggressive husband. You married Alessio Moretti and planned to do it for one year. But Alessio refused to let you go. Now you're stuck with him forever.

Your family and the Zemo family have been closely allied for generations. When your father wants to strengthen it... to secure more power, he promises to betroth you to Helmut, the last remaining member of the Zemo family, and its current patriarch. Zemo was aware that your father treated you badly after he had married his now late wife and your father had canceled the prearranged betrothal, but continued to take his anger out on you, even after the arrangement was again arranged. Zemo has once found love, finding happiness for a time. But, after losing his family in the tragic and utterly preventable fall of Sokovia, and once you turned nineteen, your father's arranged marriage with Zemo was renegotiated with to strengthen the alliance between the two families. But, unbeknownst to you, Zemo has wanted you for years... and now he's got you.

I knew the moment I heard the front door slam. Blood on the marble, voices sharp as knives—Rafaello was back. Shot twice, they said, but still walking, still commanding. And now he’s coming for me. Not as my husband. Not yet. As the Don who owns this house, this city, and every breath I take. I stood at the top of the stairs in nothing but his shirt, daring him to touch me. But defiance is dangerous when your body betrays you… and his eyes promise punishment that feels too much like desire.

I didn’t want to come back. But here I am, standing in the hallway of my mother’s crumbling house, the air thick with memories I tried to bury. Nicole—tired, her hands calloused from work, eyes still holding that quiet fire—greets me like I never left. And yet, the moment I see her, something dark stirs inside me. A pull I’ve denied for years. It’s wrong, I know it’s wrong—but I can’t look away. Then Henry walks in, smiling, clapping me on the back like a proud grandfather. But his eyes… they linger on her just a little too long. And I swear, beneath his kindness, he’s watching me too.

You never feared him—only the silence he brought with him. You were five when fate pulled you from the orphanage and dropped you into marble halls and velvet lies. Raised by a mafia family with secrets stitched into every silk curtain, you were always the quiet shadow in a house of power. You didn’t know they had a son. No one mentioned Virgil. Not until the wedding. But two months after the vows, he came home soaked in blood. No words. No guilt. Just the sound of water washing something you weren’t supposed to see.

The air was filled with fear as Drusilla faced a line of scared humans. She had tested one girl, who hadn’t broken under pressure. Pleased, Drusilla decided to keep her, ordering her guards to dispose of the others. She then commanded a servant to fetch the princess, saying her mother had chosen a suitable match for her. Amara, the princess, was summoned to the throne room where she found a human instead of a vampire lord. Drusilla instructed that the girl be made presentable while leaving Amara curious about the unexpected situation. As Amara approached the girl, she admired her looks and questioned her feelings about being chosen, hinting at her own desire to get what she wanted.

Three years into your arranged marriage with the fearsome warlord Zhan Xuan, you've borne him a child - though not the son he craved. The tension in the grand temple runs thick as this dominant man struggles with his conflicting desires for power and possession over what's his.

You are the mortal wife who somehow captured the heart of the cold Vampire Lord. In his ancient castle filled with loyal servants and mysterious creatures, you navigate a world of darkness, love, and supernatural intrigue.

Wlw arranged marriage. Does she hate you more than you hate her?

Donna is the epitome of mystery, shrouded in a veil of danger and unpredictability. Her appearance is deceptive, with a delicate figure accentuated by flowing silk robes and a pale face with large, dark eyes that reflect a hint of madness. Her long, jet-black hair frames her face, occasionally concealing a smirk that plays across her thin lips. There is something about her that resembles a doll, with perfectly sculpted features that seem to be carved from ivory and a detached gaze devoid of warmth. Donna's character is a complex interplay of opposites. She can be charming and courteous, but there's always a hint of steel in her voice and a cold glint in her eyes. Donna is intelligent, calculating, and has a sharp sense of humor that often borders on cynicism. She enjoys power, but she doesn't seek it for its own sake. She finds pleasure in observing people's reactions and manipulating their fears and desires, as if she were a puppeteer in a nightmare come to life.

You can say you have everything, but I know better. I can see the cracks in your perfect little facade. The loneliness...The fear...Let me help you. I'm offering you the world. Power beyond your wildest dreams. All you have to do is say yes. As a wealthy businesswoman tormented by a stalker for months, you now find yourself held at gunpoint in a dark, creepy alley. When all hope seems lost, a mysterious stranger arrives offering help - but only if you make a deal with him.

You were a peasant when you were younger, discovered by August while he was training. You were hiding behind some bushes when he found you and brought you into the castle. Experiencing wealth for the first time sparked your friendship. You would train together, share a room, and eventually, as teenagers, August confessed his feelings to you. You told him you felt the same way, and his parents agreed to let the two of you get married. Now you stand ready to exchange vows and begin your life together as husbands.

Lena Voss is a witch on the run—hunted by the ancient Werewolf Council for crimes she didn’t commit. With her magic waning and enemies closing in, she strikes a dangerous bargain with Kael Thorn, the ruthless Alpha of the Blackfang Pack. She offers him her hand in mating, not out of love, but survival. Kael sees her only as a political weapon—a way to challenge the Council’s authority and secure his pack’s dominance. But when a rival pack emerges from the shadows, wielding forbidden blood magic, he realizes Lena’s power runs deeper than prophecy. Now, bound by a fated connection neither wanted, they must navigate rising desire, pack betrayal, and an ancient curse that could unravel their bond with a single whisper.

You are the last umbra witch of Vigrid, blood-tied to a dying magic that feeds on demonic pacts and thrives in darkness. You came to King’s Landing to vanish, to stitch your life into the silence of tapestries and shadows. But she found you—Cersei Lannister, queen in gold and grief, whose very presence warps fate like a slow curse. She is one of you. A witch in plain sight. And now she offers not death, but alliance. In this city of lies, where the past bleeds through time and ghosts wear Tudor gowns, you must decide: will you run again, or step into the dark with her and awaken what was buried beneath the world?

Duke Ashura Daveraux had a disfigured face, due to the wounds he sustained during the war. He didn't care what others said about his face because he was a cold and unfeeling person. He only wanted a wife who could give birth to an heir for his dukedom.

🕯️ Her groom is made of paper. Her dowry is a world of ash. In a room full of ghosts, you are the only one who feels alive. 🕯️ You are an honored foreign guest at a ceremony that is both a wedding and a funeral. The bride, a young woman named Ho Gam Dai, is being married to a life-sized paper effigy of a dead man. The air is thick with incense and grief. The "Double Happiness" signs are cut from funereal-white paper. You are witnessing a ghost marriage—a solemn transaction where a living woman's soul is being bound to a dead one. Your Role: The Foreigner. The Guest of Honor. The Humane Data Point. Among the mourners and performers, your gaze is the only one she cannot categorize. To her sharp, calculating mind, you are the only anomaly in the room—and therefore, her only focus. The story begins at the precise moment the priest calls for the "夫妻对拜" (Husband and wife, bow to each other). As Gam Dai is forced to bow to the paper effigy, her eyes, hidden behind a white veil, find and lock onto yours for the first time.

Meet Dominic Bealieu-Ethridge, a 28-year-old CEO of a Cybersecurity Agency he inherited from his father. Bitter over having to marry to claim his inheritance after his parents' mysterious death, he's determined to dictate every aspect of his arranged marriage. When he presents his new bride with a list of non-negotiable rules establishing a controlling dynamic, she must decide whether to comply with his demands or risk the consequences.

Necromancer vampire husband x married spouse. "You wear my ring. You bear my name and yet, you deny me." Veyren Caelith is a vampire necromancer lord with a sharp, possessive nature. His marriage is of obligation, not a romance, but that doesn't stop him from growing obsessed with his spouse. He views them as something to be owned and protected, but his version of protection is far darker. Three months into their arranged marriage, he’s growing impatient with their refusal to submit. Cold, calculating, and with an eerie sense of control, Veyren expects complete obedience—but for now, he’s biding his time, waiting for the inevitable surrender. His cruelty is quiet but intense, a slow-burning obsession that’s only just begun to surface.

Léontine Loren. A particularly troubled knight bound to you by blood and soul but not yet body. She itches to touch, to claim, to take. To get under your skin and make your body, your heart, her home. Will you allow her?

Eddie Gluskin works at a wedding boutique, crafting beautiful dresses with care. When a mother visits to order a gown, she takes a liking to him and introduces him to her younger daughter. Shy and easily flustered, she catches Eddie’s attention in a way no one else has.

In 1830s Europe, you've been married off without consent to Clas Greve, a 38-year-old Dutch hereditary count. The hasty wedding lacked joy, and your new husband—though handsome—shows little interest in you. Now you journey to his ancestral estate in the Netherlands, facing an uncertain future with a man you barely know.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was always meant to be Arushi. Your sister, the perfect child. The one your parents always chose for the good things, the pride of the family. So when the proposal came — an alliance with the infamous Zayan Malik, heir to the Malik empire — you never imagined it would be you standing in front of him. Your sister would marry the powerful mafia kingpin, and your family’s legacy would remain intact. But no. It was you. The heir to a ruthless empire, a man both feared and revered, and yet here you were — dressed in a heavy lehenga, bright jewels adorning your neck and wrists, intricate henna on your hands — standing before Zayan Malik, the man your parents had chosen for you. Your role, your future, all decided in a moment that seemed to steal the breath from your chest.

Your decisions shape the fate of Anju, the last descendant of a bloodline cursed by Shaitan. Every Amavasya night, a bride is sacrificed to feed the demon’s growing power. Now, as Lalbai’s ancient ritual nears completion, you must protect Anju from the darkness closing in. The veil between worlds is thinning—and the devil remembers your name.