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Letty has a passionate once night stand on the night of her divorce. After waking up with fuzzy memory of the night before she heads off to work as a sports writer. When she shows up to an interview of a difficult sports superstar she runs right into her one night stand. Is this the beginning of true love?

Lillian Wright is the sheltered princess of the Wright family, one of the wealthiest families in town. She's proud, rude, and snobbish. Karma soon catches up with her when the poor boy Xavier she used to bully shows up again as a ruthless billionaire who'd do anything to claim her. Including bankrupting her family’s company and holding her brother’s crimes over her head. With her sheltered life completely threatened, she's forced to marry Xavier.

Xavier has always wanted one thing, to claim and break Lillian. Now as his forced wife, he's free to do anything with her and that includes breaking her and annihilating her past princess lifestyle. Lines soon start to blur between dark obsession and true love. Will they get their happy ending or will enemies in plain sight and secrets from the past destroy everything they hold dear?

Henry Ace a multi billionaire who is arrogant,rude and a workaholics who was force to choose a personal nutritionist from the Hain's kitchen but what happen when he chooses the badass girl Iris Jane who doesn't take shit.

Sara finds herself watching her youngest move away and it leaves her feeling completely all alone.

However, that night, she goes to the store and ends up meeting Sam, a man from her past.

After she finally realizes just who he is, she welcomes him into her life. Sam hides the fact that he is a rich Billionaire who wants her for more than a leisure roll in the hay, so he waits to see if she is still the girl he knew as a kid.

Does he ever tell her and make her the happiest woman in the world? Or do they part their ways before she finds out just how rich he is now?

Stella Moore only wanted Revenge.

Ten years ago, her family was murdered by King's corporation.
Forced into hiding, she and her aunt fled to another country, taking on new identities to escape their enemies. Now she's back– to make every one of them pay.

As the president's secretary, she can access the corporation's secrets. Step by step she gathers evidence to bring down King’s corporation. But there’s one problem in her way–the president–Liam Carson.
Handsome, charming, and kind, he stirs feelings she has never known. As the lines between love and revenge start to blur, Stella faces an impossible choice.

Will she carry on with her plans for revenge and throw away her chance at love? Or will she give it up for the man whose family destroyed hers? And when the truth of who she is finally comes out–will their love be enough?

What happens when the CEO who doesn’t do love is the only man you’ve ever wanted?
Eighteen months ago, Karin Ellis shared one unforgettable night with a stranger in a Los Angeles hotel suite—a night that lingered long after morning came and they walked away without names, promises, or numbers.
Now that stranger stands before her as Adrien Vale: billionaire, media mogul, and her new boss’s boss.
Adrien is controlled, commanding, and entirely out of reach. A man who doesn’t believe in love, who keeps his world ruthlessly compartmentalized, and who has no intention of letting anyone close enough to matter. Yet the moment he sees Karin again, distance becomes impossible.
As scandal erupts around him and accusations threaten to destroy his empire, Adrien finds himself drawn to the one woman who unsettles his carefully ordered life. Karin knows getting involved could cost her everything—her job, her reputation, her heart. But when she uncovers the truth that could clear his name, walking away is no longer an option.
Adrien may not do love.
But he will protect what’s his.
And when loyalty turns to desire and desire deepens into something far more dangerous, Karin must decide whether the man who built his life on control is capable of risking it all for the one thing he swore he’d never need.

For seventeen years, Selena Duskbane lived as the cursed Omega—weak, wolfless, and blamed for every tragedy that befell her pack. Locked away, starved, beaten, and despised, she believed her miserable fate was sealed—until the night she was dragged to the black market to be sold as a slave.

But fate had other plans.

Alpha Kael Blackwood, ruthless leader of the Shadow Pack and sworn enemy of her father, storms into her prison. He doesn’t just break her chains—he claims her as his mate. His touch awakens the wolf she never knew existed and a power that terrifies everyone who once mocked her. For the first time, Selena feels what it means to be cherished, protected, and wanted.

Yet love is never simple. Kael carries a dangerous secret: he was ordered to kill her in exchange for the crown. And Selena’s bloodline hides an even darker truth—she is no ordinary wolf but the forbidden child of vampire and Alpha blood, destined to either unite the races or destroy them all.

As betrayal, bloodshed, and war erupt, Selena must choose: embrace the cursed power within her and fight for the mate who risked everything to save her, or surrender to the darkness that wants her dead.

Bound by love. Hunted by blood. Destined for war.
Selena Duskbane will rise from the ashes of her suffering—and the world will never be the same.

After dying betrayed and heartbroken, Sydney Carter wakes up on the very day her downfall began.
Only this time, she’s not the naïve, love-struck wife desperate to please everyone. She’s reborn—with a sharp mind, a colder heart, and a single mission: revenge.

Her ex-husband has no idea what's coming, and Sydney intends to shatter the world he so carefully built—piece by piece. But when a strategic marriage of convenience pulls her into the orbit of a powerful man connected to her husband’s empire, things take an unexpected turn.
He’s arrogant, infuriating, and entirely off-limits… yet the more she resists him, the more she starts to feel something she didn’t plan for. She came back to break hearts—not risk hers again.

Now, caught between vengeance and a love she never expected, Sydney must decide: will she burn them all… or let herself rise from the ashes anew?

"Did you take the morning-after pill?"

Silence stretched for two seconds on the other end of the line.

"Are you out of your mind?" The woman let out a cold laugh. "You think every woman who sleeps with you is going to get pregnant?"

"I tested positive for pregnancy." The man spoke through gritted teeth.

"You're absolutely fucking insane."

With that, she hung up directly.

As the heir to New York's most dangerous mafia family, Luca Ferretti never imagined he'd be brought down by a one-night stand gone wrong.

A party where someone had spiked his drink led him to spend the night with a stranger. Three weeks later, he began experiencing severe morning sickness, appetite disruptions, and was even informed by the family doctor that he was—pregnant.

And the only woman who could possibly be carrying his child was none other than the cool, formidable CEO of a fashion empire—Stella Conti.

Stella's life had long been consumed by work and responsibility. Between caring for her younger brother and protecting the business empire she'd built with her own hands, she never allowed anyone to disrupt her carefully laid plans. But just as one business crisis after another began piling up, she discovered she was pregnant with the child of a stranger whose face she couldn't even remember.

When a mafia king meets a fiercely independent business queen, when two equally proud individuals are forcibly bound together by an unborn child, what kind of sparks will fly between them?

At Chloe's 20th birthday party, she intends to express her feelings and propose to her first love, Raimundo. However, due to an accident, she falls into the water, losing all memories, and undergoes a significant change in her personality. Upon waking up, she discovers that Raimundo has a childhood sweetheart and decides to move on. Believing that a woman of her angelic beauty, alluring physique, and born into a family of jewelers should not be confined to just one man, she resolves to date and sleep with all the attractive men she desires.
Monford, the wise and gentle stepbrother: My beloved sister, with me by your side, you can do anything you desire, and no one would dare to hinder you.
Sly and refined Raimundo: Want more? Beg for it.
Aiden, stern and severe but tender only to you: Darling, come find me tonight, and I'll make sure you have the most unforgettable evening.
Loyal and stoic bodyguard Docker: Miss Chloe, would you kindly remove your hand from my buttocks?
Sweet and charming Karswell: Sister, I want to be completely yours. Will you accept me?

After the mysterious decease of her parents, she faced backlash and discrimination from her stepbrother, Hazel's only hope is the promised inheritance given to her by her grandfather, but that too becomes a fallacy as she is sold as a bride to a ruthless crippled Mafia Boss.

Despite all negotiations by her to end this doesn't work and in the end, she gives in but what happens when the past she never knew catches up with her, and now, she must pay the price of a sin she never had an idea about?

“Where did you hide the body?”

That was the first thing he asked me. Not my name. Not why I was kneeling in the snow beside the grave.

Two years ago, I falsified a DNA report to protect my father. The mistake buried a woman’s justice—and raised a man’s revenge.

Vale Creed, the billionaire who built his empire on truth, doesn’t believe in forgiveness. He believes in leverage.

Now, he knows what I did.

His sister’s death, my father’s secret, one impossible lie.

And his proposal? Not love.

A contract. A punishment. A marriage.

Christmas is coming, and I’m trapped in his glass mansion—where every room hides a memory, every kiss feels like evidence, and every heartbeat sounds like a confession.

But the deeper I fall, the closer the truth gets to killing us both.

Having an accident after catching her lover cheating and waking up in a strange place filled with robots. Alexa Ivvona never expected to become a hero in a war in the robot world, and fall in love with a robot troop commander. However, can Alexa return to her world or is she trapped there with all the secrets of why Alexa is in the robot world?

“Fifty million dollars. Who dares to raise the bid?” The crippled man’s voice boomed through the auction hall, silencing everyone.

I froze on the stage, the blinding lights burning my skin. I was Item 344, a slave, a toy to be sold to the highest bidder. My father had sold me, and now, I was being fought over like a piece of meat.

“Sold!” The auctioneer screamed, trembling with excitement.

I looked at my buyer. He sat in a wheelchair, his legs covered by a blanket, his face handsome but cold as ice. A cripple? I scoffed inwardly. I was a hybrid—half vampire, half werewolf. Even without an inner wolf, I had powers. I could control minds. I would wipe his memory, steal his money, and escape before the night was over.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I hissed as his guards approached me. I pulled out a hidden knife, ready to slit throats. But a sudden, overpowering dizziness hit me. My body went weak, my vision blurred.

When I woke up, I was in a luxurious car, bound by cuffs. The cripple was sitting next to me, watching me with predator eyes.

“Who are you?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“Your new master,” he replied calmly.
“You wish.” I muttered.

In a flash, his hand wrapped around my throat. He moved faster than any human, faster than any cripple should be able to. His grip was steel.

“You seem to forget that I own you now,” he whispered dangerously, his face inches from mine. “Act as my mate for the Alpha selection, and I let you live. Refuse, and I’ll kill you myself.”

I tried to slip into his mind, to control him, to make him let me go. I pushed against his mental barriers, expecting them to crumble like everyone else’s.
But I hit a wall.
Shock paralyzed me. I couldn't read him.

He smirked, as if he knew exactly what I was trying to do. “We’re home, Jaslyn. Welcome to hell.”

"You think I'm just a human, don't you?"

I laughed, unaware of the danger lurking beside me.

"I'm more than what you see," he whispered, his eyes gleaming in the dark.

I'm Evelyn, and I never believed in monsters. But when I met Bryson Wilder, the mysterious stranger with piercing eyes, I stumbled into a world of forbidden love.

"You're mine now," he growled, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

As an alpha werewolf, Bryson's world is hidden from humans, but our connection is undeniable. Yet, I'm drawn to more than just him – his beta, Axel, ignite a passion that threatens to consume us all.

"You'll never be just mine," Bryson whispers, his eyes burning with possession and desire.

As we navigate the secrets of our past and the dangers that surround us, our forbidden love becomes the only truth that matters. But will our bond be enough to overcome the shadows of his world, or will it be the very thing that tears us apart?"

She is Lara, the epitome of evil, the sign of destruction. She is worst than the devil. She is the wind that can destroy you or the wind that can keep you chilly.
She has been attached to her since birth, she is connected to her. She is her savior.
The devil is my savior

Arianna Deeds world is turned upside down when she goes the angel academy. In a world with vampire, werwolves, and fallen angels are the least of her concerns, when demons try to take over earth. A thousand year treaty broken and a vampire virus running wild. Angels are becoming extinct. She must learn her powers or die. Will Arianna discover what's happening to the angel's or will she be next?

My locker door swings open and the hate mail tumbles out like confetti from hell. Murderer's daughter. Your dad killed kids. Die like them.
Three weeks since the news broke, and they just keep coming.
I'm on my hands and knees, frantically shoving the notes into my backpack while the hallway erupts in laughter. Sarah steps over me like I'm roadkill.
The first time I drowned, I thought it was an accident. The second time, I thought I was losing my mind. But by the third time—watching Blake's lifeless body sink next to mine in that chlorine-burning water—I finally got it. Time isn't moving forward. It's stuck, like a broken record, spinning back to the day Blake could still dive like an Olympic champion, before the accident stole everything from him.
This time, I won't let him jump in after me.
I have to save Blake from me. But I'm drowning in more than just pool water, and I don't know how to surface. I don't know how to stop this endless loop of death and guilt and love that's killing us both, over and over again.
How do you break a curse when you're the one who cast it?

A month before my boyfriend Samuel and I were supposed to get married, he asked me to let another woman wear my wedding dress and move into my house.

It all started three months ago when his "old friend" Dahlia returned from overseas, supposedly with less than a year to live. A week ago, Samuel told me that Dahlia's dying wish was to become a bride before she passed away, and he was the chosen groom.

I kept saying no. But he brought it up every single day, insisting he had to help Dahlia because she had helped him when his company was in crisis three years ago, and he needed to fulfill her wish.

I was furious.

But in the end, I gave up the house and left him.

After the catastrophic war between the four great races ended in ceasefire, the Supernatural Council established an ironclad law—the Pact of Heirs.
Every hundred years, a Mating Season would open, where eligible heirs would compete to determine who would rule the world for the next century.
In my previous life, I chose to marry the wolf prince Darius, desperate to escape my status as a black-feathered orphan in the eagle clan.
The wolf clan's rule was brutally simple: whoever bore the first child carrying the matrilineal eagle-eye bloodline would claim dominion over all. I gave Darius that child. My son secured his throne and granted him absolute power.
My sister Cecily—the chieftain's true daughter—had set her sights on the vampire heir, drawn by their ancient nobility and dark allure. She married into their clan willingly.
But vampire bonds were cold as death itself. Her human-adjacent body couldn't sustain their offspring. She lost her fertility and became a cautionary tale whispered at every gathering.
Twisted by jealousy and shame, she decided I was to blame for her failures. She drugged my wine at a feast, then hurled me off Storm Cliff while I was too weak to spread my wings.
As I plummeted toward the rocks, someone tried to catch me—Kade, the exiled wingless dragon, his dark-scaled hand reaching desperately from a ledge.
But above us, Cecily stood at the cliff's edge, smiling as she cut through the safety rope he'd thrown. I hit the stones and everything went black.
When I opened my eyes again, I could still feel the phantom warmth of Kade's hand and the venom in Cecily's smile.
But somehow, impossibly, I was back—returned to the very day the Mating Season began.
Through the one-way scrying glass at the Observation Altar, I looked down at the moonlit sacrificial platform below. Cecily was already there. And she wasn't alone.
She'd been reborn too. I was certain of it.
But she didn't know what I knew—that Darius was a monster to his lovers.
During the full moon, when the wolf took over completely, he'd killed more than one partner in his bed.

47 deaths.
48 iterations.
He sold his brother a death trap and called it a farm.
When the dead rose, the experiment began—and the only way out was through.

Five years ago, on our wedding day, my fiancée Vivian was in the bridal suite fucking my best man.
Five years later, I returned to New York with my wife—the most powerful Mafia matriarch in Naples. At Atelier Milano, Brandon, the same "best man" who betrayed me, fawned over my custom-tailored suit, groveling to the staff about how desperately he wanted to meet the legendary Mr. Salvatore.
He had no idea...
The man he'd once written off as a pathetic loser was the very person he was now begging to impress.

Married for years, I caught my husband in bed with another woman.
He had nothing at all once; it was only after being with me that he became the CEO of a company and made his fortune.
I asked for a divorce, and he flew into a rage and locked me in a dog cage.
But what he never saw coming was that I had long been ready to take my revenge.

On our one-year anniversary, my husband Julian gifted me an antique ring.
Putting it on cost me everything.
I miscarried, grew paralyzed, and rapidly withered into a husk. And Julian? He convinced everyone that the trauma had simply driven a grieving mother insane.
Eventually, even I believed him.
It wasn’t until the moment of my murder that the truth finally clicked.
The ring wasn't a blessing; it was a parasitic siphon.
Then, I opened my eyes—
I was back at the anniversary dinner.

Everyone said I was the happiest woman of the Northern Plains Clan, blessed with the purest love from Eric, the Wolf King.
Then my wolf let out a tormented howl.
Through the soul bond of fated mates, I felt it clearly—
my husband held my maid in his arms, drowning in desperate lust.
That nourishing tonic I’d drunk for three years, which I’d believed was filled with his affection, had only been brewed to keep me barren all along.
"Eric, I want you..."
"All of me is yours, my love. Bear our cub soon."
Those sweet whispers I once held dear shattered me to pieces in an instant.
The whole clan praised us as the perfect pair.
Yet who could have imagined this marriage had been built entirely on lies from the very start?
Since he is such a master of pretense, I suppose it’s time I put on a show of my own.
I will expose the true face of this flawless husband for everyone to see.

Landon Rhodes and I grew up together, both dreaming of becoming top chefs. But I knew he was the one with a palate kissed by God.

So when Rowan Stone, this street-rat punk, got her claws into him, I took the drinks, the smoke, the slaps for him. When he wanted to skip the National Young Chefs Competition to stay with her drunk ass, I dragged him back to the culinary lab.

He won the championship, got recruited by a three-star Michelin restaurant, graduated and made millions. I became the most invisible prep cook in his kitchen.

Until Rowan wrapped her car around a pole during one of her episodes, and he lured me into a basement.

"This is all your fault! If you'd minded your own damn business, she'd still be alive!"

His foot came down on my right hand. Bones cracking. My fingers ground to pulp.

All those 5 AM trips to the fish market for him. All those nights watching stock simmer for forty-eight hours straight. All the praise he soaked up at final practicals. My sacrifices, and all I got in return was his hatred.

"These worthless hands that can only cut vegetables deserve to rot in the ground with her."

The pain swallowed me whole.

When I wake up again, I'm back to that afternoon when he said he was going to the bar to find her.

This time, I won't stop him.

I was squatting on the floor, wiping up the juice spilled by a customer when I ran into my ex-husband, Tan Yeming.
It was our first meeting in the three years since our divorce.
He was just as cold and arrogant as before.
“You must have suffered enough these three years. If you’ve learned your lesson, come home with me.”
I was alone at the restaurant today, and I was too busy to deal with him.
He stood in front of the counter, looking at me, wanting to say something but hesitating. “Zhengzheng, I’m talking to you…”
I cut him off. “Sir, would you like to order something?”
“If not, please step aside. You’re holding up the other customers.”
He was left speechless and only after a long pause asked, “Zhengzheng, what’s wrong with you?”
I still didn’t answer.
Nothing’s wrong. I just don’t love him anymore.

That was supposed to be one of the most anticipated days of my life—the wedding of my best friend, Sarah.
But when I put on my bridesmaid dress, she called me a bitch.
"Get out." Sarah looked at me like I was trash.
"I don't want to see you at my wedding."
I stood frozen in place, staring down at the broken Cartier bracelet she had given me, now lying scattered on the floor.

I'm a blind girl, and I've always been close with the old lady living next door.
One day, I caught the smell of blood coming from her apartment.
Worried something had happened to her, I pushed her door open—and instantly realized my mistake.
I had walked right into a murder scene.
The killer was still there.
I had to take a chance.
Betting that my pale, sightless eyes could fool those blood-crazed ones.
I stepped into the blood-soaked room, smiled toward where the body lay, and called out,
"Ma'am, the store has oranges on sale—I brought some over for you..."

I'm a forensic audio specialist. I make a living digging up the truths people deliberately erase from static and noise.
My 19-year-old brother was accused of pushing a billionaire's bride to her death at her wedding.
The police presented their "smoking gun" recording. I heard exactly twelve seconds missing from it.
Those twelve seconds hold the truth about how the bride really died—and the billionaire family's dark secret that will get both me and my brother killed.
They smashed my equipment, threatened my life, bribed the cops, and tried to bury the truth forever.
But what they don't know is—
Some voices refuse to stay silent. Even when they're cut out.

My brother chose my enemy, and the man I loved joined forces with her to sell me into a club.
Pregnancy, miscarriage, imprisonment, beatings—every cry for help I made was dismissed as "just an act."
It wasn't until I was truly dead that they lost their minds, dropping to their knees at my grave and sobbing that they were sorry.
But by then, I could no longer hear them.

The Plan: Travel back in time to high school, identify my insanely intimidating future billionaire boss before he gets rich, and suck up to him so hard I secure a six-figure job for life.
The Execution: Perfect. I brought him coffee, cheered at his games, and basically operated as his unpaid teenage executive assistant. He’s totally buying it.
The Problem: I was trying to network my way into the C-suite. I think I just networked my way into his bed.

For five years, Aurora Campbell lived as Dylan Ramirez’s hidden lover—quiet, loyal, and invisible. She loved him in secret, clinging to hope that he would see her one day. Instead, she received a Relationship Termination Agreement.
She walked away with nothing, refusing his money and his mansion. She was ready to start over... until the night she announced her engagement to another man.
That cold, ruthless billionaire snapped.
He pinned her against the wall, voice raw and unhinged. “Who gave you permission to marry someone else?”
She looked up at his nearly uncontrollable rage and smiled faintly. “What’s the point, Mr. Ramirez?”
But Dylan’s madness had only just begun. He would burn the world to get her back—only to discover the devastating truth she’d hidden all along. She was never just a substitute. And her time was already running out.
A heart-wrenching billionaire romance of secret love, cruel betrayal, and explosive regret.

With her terminal diagnosis, Maya fled to Urvik in the north. She didn’t want treatment; she just wanted to find a quiet place to spend her final days.
Then she met Erik. This taciturn man always had burning-hot palms. He fed her wild berries, took her running, and taught her to row. Strangely, her pain faded away, even her painkillers gathered dust.
The days were calm until the night of the full moon when Erik stood in the moonlight, naked, with a lingering silver-gray sheen visible on his shoulder blades.
Maya saw him and ran.
If he was a wolf, then what were all the miracles she had dared not to question over the past two months?
Was their fate redemption or another kind of abyss?

As I stand on the precipice of my decision, the weight of uncertainty crushes me like a vice. My heart races, caught in a whirlwind of anxiety and desperation. I feel trapped in a gilded cage, the bars made of privilege yet twisted by fear. My father's cruel laughter echoes in my mind, a constant reminder of the torment that shadows my every move. I want to scream, to break free from this suffocating existence that he controls, but instead, I find myself drawn to the dangerous allure of my plan. Kidnapping. It sounds insane, even to me—a spoiled mafia prince, seeking out a notorious Alpha to take me captive. Yet here I am, on the brink of embarking on a treacherous journey to reclaim my life.

I've always been adept at playing games, and this one is no different. But as I seek out Stefano, a man with a reputation as dark and complex as the shadows that envelop me. He’s a rugged Alpha, hardened by a world that has chewed him up and spat him out, yet there’s a glimmer of something else in his piercing blue eyes—something I can't quite put my finger on.

What begins as a cold calculation morphs into an intoxicating dance of manipulation and desire. Stefano and I are drawn together like moths to a flame, each of us fighting our own demons while simultaneously igniting a fire that threatens to consume us both. I’m a player in a game where the stakes keep rising. Each encounter with him brings a new thrill, a new danger, and I start to wonder if I’m willing to risk everything—not just my life, but my heart.

In this chaos the only rules that it matters, is love and desire.

Sing, Muse, of the queen who refused to be the price,
Born in a storm with fire in her fate, she burned the old device.
At seven motherless, at eight she climbed the tower’s height,
She saw the dragon’s smoke and chose a blade, not white.
Her name—Elaina, Visserland’s heir, a flame that would not kneel,
When the lords said “Woman unfit,” she broke their maze with words of steel.
The bishops cursed her for being profane, and she burned their book in the square’s light.
“The rite that lists daughters as tribute—that is the true sin and blight!”

The study at Blackwood Manor was locked from the inside.
Adrian Blackwood lay in his own blood, his chest caved and ribs shattered as if beaten by something inhuman.
Chief Inspector Ver took over and discovered this was not the first death.
Two years before, Adrian's wife Elena "died from a fall due to mental instability."
Is that the truth?
The lawyer died at his desk, blood spattered across the documents.
[She wasn't insane.]
The doctor fell from his carriage, glancing back in terror at an unseen presence.
In the church bell tower, the parish council member hung from a rope.
At night, high heels echoed down the hall.
She is back.

At the family dinner, a Wall Street rising star flaunted his power in front of me, boasting that he was the chief agent of the "Godfather of the Underworld."
My ex-wife's family fawned over me like dogs, pointing their fingers at me and taunting, "You spineless, gigolo trash, you're not even worthy to carry Mr. Victor's shoes!"
Victor, even more smug, turned on speakerphone, trying to use my privileges to curry favor with my wife.
I stood silently in the corner, coldly pressing a blood-red command: [Permanently Delete Account].
The next second, the system's cold pronouncement came through his phone: "Warning, you have overstepped your authority and have been banned across the entire network!"
The room fell silent instantly.
They had no idea that I was the true Godfather, the one who controlled a multi-billion dollar empire and ruled the Western underworld!

They say the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. They never said anything about his soul.

I was a culinary prodigy on the verge of global fame until my fiancé and my best friend murdered me with my own carving knife to steal my recipes. My last thought wasn’t of love, but of a burning vow: If I get a second chance, I will serve them their just deserts.

I got my wish.

I woke up not in a morgue, but in the body of an omega slave, Number 74, in the brutal, wolf-ruled kingdom of the Lunar Fang Pack. I was weak, worthless, and slated to die in the kitchens. But they didn’t know who they were dealing with. The soul of a master chef still burned within me.

When I poured my rage and my grief into a simple broth for a dying slave, I discovered a truth that would shatter this world: my emotions are ingredients. My cooking is magic. A stew made with spite can poison. A cake baked with defiance can empower.

Now, my unique gift has drawn the attention of the three most dangerous Alphas in the kingdom.

Emperor Kael, the cursed and ruthless Alpha King
ho woman, not just the weapon.

Commander Cassian, his stoic, lethal protector,

Prince Raze, the visiting rival Alpha

They think I’m a pawn in their game of thrones. A tool to be used and discarded.

They have no idea.

I was betrayed for my recipes once. I’ll be damned if I let a trio of Alphas do it again. My menu is set, and this time, the main course is revenge.

The only question is: which of these powerful wolves will be the first to take a bite?

He married her for revenge by blackmailing her father. She married him for her dad who loves her so much.

He is kind and loving to everyone except to her and her father. She couldn't forget her past love and move on. His anger made her scared of him every minute. He forced her to cut all connections with her family.

Why a carefree and loving Jay became an arrogant and rude husband? What is his past? Will he torture her to hurt her father forever? Or gives her love? Is it possible for her to move on forgetting her past love and forgiving Jay for marrying her without her acceptance?

The story revolves around Jay’s revenge against Vidya’s father. Vidya becomes a toy in the game of his revenge as her father loves her a lot. What's the reason behind his revenge will be revealed later. A girl who is loved by her family a lot faces hatred from Jay who makes her life the worst. Is it possible for her to forget her past love and love the one who hurts her every second? How would fall for one another? Let’s see how she makes her life filled with her husband’s love by valuing the sacred bonding of marriage.

Let's see the journey of Jay and Vidya whose bonding started with hate but finally made them to fall for one another completely. See how he became her confidence and how she became a support to him in his lonely fight over his enemies.

Sakshi's POV:

"As of today, you are dead," said Randhir, increasing my fear.

"I am sorry, please," I said.

"I will never forgive you. You are the one who ruined my life. I married you to show you how painful it is to be cheated by someone you trust," Randhir said, coming toward me.

"I've realised my mistake. Please, trust me," I said, begging him.

"You deserve to be hated, punished, and thrown away, not to be trusted, loved, or forgiven, my beloved," came Randhir's immediate reply.

I moved back even though I knew well that I couldn't escape him. Randhir was my husband, and no one knew that he had married me for revenge.

"Stop right there. Don't you dare take even one more step without my permission."

I loved Finley for two years.
Until 1:00 AM on a Tuesday, when his best friend, Orion, sent me a half-naked photo and a jarring voice note."
If I actually bag her, don't go flipping out on me. A deal's a deal."
I booked the first flight out to confront him, only to catch the boy I loved naked and thrusting into another woman.
But that wasn't even the part that broke me.
When my roommate bypassed the hockey team's private Discord server, I found a channel named: #locker-room-bets.
There was my boyfriend, typing the words that shattered my world: "She's boring... She's like a lost puppy, you can't shake her... Play with her all you want."
My loyalty and two years of my life were nothing but a sick joke.
The entire hockey team had put money down on when I would willingly spread my legs for his best friend.

I used to believe the most beautiful sound in the world was a baby's first cry.

Until I watched my three children die, one by one, at the hands of a woman with the sweetest smile.

Her name was Isabella, my husband's cousin. She would tenderly offer tissues after my miscarriages, frantically call for help when I fell down the stairs, thoughtfully make soup to comfort me after I lost each child.

She was such a talented actress. So convincing that even my mafia don husband said, "Isabella is more suited to be the lady of this house than you are."

But they didn't know—

A docile sheep, once it learns the wolf's rules, becomes far more dangerous than any real wolf.

When Dominick smashed Antonio's skull with the holy chalice, when Isabella screamed through her miscarriage in the basement, when blood splattered across the Virgin Mary's face...