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So after this weird plague, basically all the alphas disappeared. Only a few packs had alpha bloodlines left, so they formed an alliance. Whoever could produce an alpha pup in the younger generation becomes the next pack leader.

I'm Natalia from Moon Stone pack. My dad's the alpha, I've got alpha blood, but I can't shift. So everyone treats me like garbage. My mom died young, dad remarried this beta luna who had Stella, my half-sister who's just a beta but gets treated better than me.

In my past life, at the mating ceremony, Damon picked me. I thought I'd won. Turns out the bastard was actually an omega using black magic to fake being beta. When we mated, we had an omega pup instead of an alpha heir.

What does this piece of shit do? Blames ME. Says I faked my alpha bloodline. Then he kills me and my baby and dumps our bodies with the rogues.

But I'm back. It's the mating ceremony again, except this time Damon's going after Stella instead of me. Which makes me think, did that asshole get reborn too?

That December night, his first love and I were both rushed to the ER.
Two pregnant women. One operating room.
My doctor husband took three seconds to decide.
"She's an athlete. She can handle it," he told the nurse, then wheeled Sienna into surgery.
Leaving me—eight months pregnant with his baby—bleeding alone in the hallway.
When the nurse called begging him to come back, he said: "I'm at the pharmacy getting supplies for Sienna. Twenty minutes."
Twenty minutes later, I'm still alive.
He wishes I wasn't.

For eight years of our hidden marriage, Caelen never publicly acknowledged my existence, nor our daughter Harper's.
On our daughter's eighth birthday, he threw a spectacular, city-wide welcome banquet for his childhood sweetheart, Seraphina, and her son, Leo.
Watching the glaringly perfect picture they painted as a "family of three," I suggested to my daughter that it was time to leave.
Harper, her eyes red, tugged at my shirt hem and pleaded, "Mommy, can we give Daddy three more days? Just three. If he still doesn't love me by then, we'll go."
Caelen had no idea that those three days were his final countdown as a father.

Terminal. One month, maybe less.
I folded the report and put it in my bag. The doctor asked if there was family I could call. I told him there wasn't.
My husband rang while I was crouched against the hospital wall, waiting for the pain to pass. I could hear waves behind his voice. He didn't ask what the doctor said. He wanted to know why his money hadn't come through yet. His first love needed it for her art show.
So I sent him all of it. My savings, and the last of what my mother left me. Ten years, settled in one transfer.
Then my legs went, and a pair of freezing hands caught me before I hit the ground.
The pain stopped the second he touched me.
"Your kind calls us reapers. Give me your soul, and I'll keep the pain off you until the end."
Weston took one look at him and decided I'd hired an actor to make him jealous.
He thinks I'm trying to win him back.

Married to the head of the Valenti family for five years. Kidnapped on our anniversary. Pregnant a month later.
Five paternity tests said the baby wasn't his. My husband got a vasectomy and swore he'd raise the child as his own.
I believed him.
Then came the therapy. The drugs. Nightmares where I was pinned down by multiple men, so real I could feel their hands hours after waking. I scrubbed my skin raw. Tried to end it six times.
He saved me every time. Held my hand. Told me no one would ever hurt me again.
Until the night I heard him laughing about it in his study.
The kidnapping was staged. The nightmares were chemicals. The DNA reports were forged. All of it — designed by my own husband to protect another woman.
Now I have a recording, a divorce agreement, and a very small box of ashes.
He's marrying her next week. I'll make sure he gets my wedding gift on time.

I gave five years to my husband's ambition—and got betrayal in return.

Forty-three days without a break on the Imperial City project. I collapsed from exhaustion and woke up in the hospital. He never picked up the phone.

He was too busy celebrating his mistress's birthday.

The blonde hair wrapped around his jacket was like a slap to the face. I'd cut my own hair short years ago because he said long hair wasn't "professional." He just meant it wasn't professional on me.

He promised we'd move to Imperial City together once he succeeded. But he was always too busy—except when it came to touring my project sites with her.

I'd had enough.

I froze the accounts. Pulled the funding. Took back everything I'd built.

He tried to push me out of my own position, so I reclaimed the patents and withdrew my support.

He called a press conference to save face. I attended—as an executive at his largest competitor.

I watched him crumble.

For five years, I held him up. And for five years, he treated me like something disposable.

He forgot that the empire he thought he built was never his.

It was always mine.

I thought I knew Sunny Hayes.
The mysterious transfer student with ocean-blue eyes who saved me from my bullies. The hottest guy I'd ever met. The one who made my heart race with a single glance.
I was wrong.
On his nineteenth birthday, everything changed.
We were in my bedroom. Moonlight spilled across his bare chest as he hovered over me, eyes dark with hunger. When I whispered he could do whatever he wanted, desire crashed across his face like a wave. His kisses trailed down my neck. His hand slid under my bra, thumb brushing my nipple. Heat exploded through me. Then his mouth closed over my breast, hot and wet and—
Pain.
Sharp, sudden pain.
His grip had changed. I felt points—claws—digging into my skin. My eyes flew open.
Golden eyes stared back. Not ocean-blue. These glowed like an animal's in the dark.

Fangs pressed against his lower lip.
"Sunny?" I breathed, frozen.
He jerked away, staring at his own hands in horror. Actual claws where his fingernails should be. Claws that had left thin red scratches across my breast.
That's when I understood: my boyfriend—the boy I'd trusted with everything—wasn't human.
He was a werewolf.


WARNING: Mature Readers Only.

Daphne Anderson has always longed for genuine love, whatever the form. She searched for it in her father and his horrid second wife even after her mother’s demise. Temporarily, she had found a sort of true love with her fiancé, until everything shattered when she caught him cheating.
Barely a week after the shocking discovery, she is presented with news of her father’s failing business – debts that ran into millions, failed investments and an impending bank foreclosure. The proposed solution was getting married to some Mysterious billionaire.
It was such a ridiculous offer - one that she would’ve tossed in the bin, if she were in her right senses. But being fresh out of a nasty breakup and her father’s sudden poor heart conditions, she flings caution to the wind and serves herself up as the ‘sacrificial bride’, especially if it’d stop everyone from breathing down her neck.
Daphne finds herself trapped in a web of family secrets, shocking revelations - and newfound desires… She has to make choices that will determine the pathway of her life. Will she find the strength to break free from the suffocating expectations and forge her own path? only hoping the sun doesn’t set on her fate yet? as time can be her greatest ally or foe.

Meet Yenn who thought his life will remain the same, but after
the game Arc of SHION released an announcement that every
player would receive $5 million and a chance to meet the
mysterious creator of the game if they finish 100 Arcs Hell
Mode. After getting the money, he was tricked into signing a
contract to stay in a private island where he met the other
people who had the same date and Jiwoon, his roommate who
was his rival in love and his sworn enemy but then….
Why did Jiwoon raped him?

"Why did you marry me?"

"Because I had no other choice."

The day my grandfather fell critically ill, I was abandoned by my boyfriend of seven years and lost my last pillar of support.

To fulfill my grandfather's dying wish, I married Charles William, a man I had never met.

Cold, arrogant, dangerous—that was my entire impression of this new husband.

It wasn't until after my grandfather's death that I discovered the William family harbored a shocking secret.

They weren't ordinary people at all.

And Charles was actually the future leader of the werewolf clan.

Facing my father's greed for the inheritance, my shattered family, and one crisis after another, I could only fight back step by step on my own.

Yet that man who had despised me from the start always appeared by my side whenever danger struck.

I thought this marriage was merely a transaction.

Until one late night, when Charles trapped me in his arms, his golden beast eyes locked tightly onto me.

"Daisy, you're already my wife."

"Isn't it too late to think about running now?"

"We literally just met. Don’t you think a flash marriage is moving a little fast?" said Michael, a blind date arranged by my mother.
"People get married quick all the time now," I shot back. "We could get the paperwork done, take time to actually get to know each other. If it works out, great. If not, we divorce."
He smiled. "Alright. Then let’s try it."

Sarah Martinez works as a restaurant server. Haunted by fragmented memories of a past she can’t fully recall, she’s desperate to escape her mother’s constant worry about her future. When she meets Michael Johnson, a man who seems to be the perfect solution to her problems, she impulsively proposes marriage.
However, Michael is not who he appears to be. He’s a man of power and wealth. When Sarah mistakes him for her mother’s arranged blind date, he decides to play along, intrigued by her sincerity and the possibility of a marriage free from the gold-diggers he’s used to.
Their marriage starts as a practical arrangement, but as they navigate their new life together, feelings begin to blur the lines of their agreement.

Will Sarah discover Michael’s true identity? Can Michael trust Sarah’s intentions, or is she just another woman after his wealth? And what will happen when Sarah’s ex, a Hollywood star, tries to win her back?

They said she was lucky to have married him. He had wealth, charm, a name with legacy and other women warming his bed.

She was "just" a scholarship girl with a gentle voice and no background.

So when Liana Davids divorced and parted from Dominic Smith, the world snickered.

"She'll be back in no time," they taunted. "He's irreplaceable."

Even Dominic smiled, betting on her return to his board of directors.

But Liana never came back.

Liana didn't just disappear, when she returned, she came back like a ghost.
A masked tech mogul, business guru and a headline queen.

The wife they discarded returned as the woman no one could touch.

Now, whispers say she's looking for a father figure for her daughter.
Powerful men line up, begging for a taste of the empire she built. But Dominic thinks he is not through yet.

He corners her, seething: "Your baby is mine, isn't it?"

She lifts her head, eyes colder than frost.
"That's none of your business. Now step aside, ex-husband before I bury you."

Walking in on her husband with her own sister should have destroyed her. But Steffy doesn't fall apart-she slaps him and walks out.
What does break her is the DNA test her sister waves in her face. Not a Willson. Not their blood. Not their daughter.
Steffy has lived twenty-seven years in a family that may not be hers, while her sister claws for an inheritance she believes is rightfully hers alone.
But the deeper Steffy digs into the truth of who she really is, the more the wrong questions start getting answered.
Because if that DNA test was wrong about her... then who in this family is actually who they claim to be?

Blurb
Celeste was married to a Mafia Don, by the name Xenois Kingston on a contract marriage, that would last 6 years.
The deal was that Celeste would give him children during that period and after the end of the 6 year contract, he would offer her $100,000,000,000, divorce her and keep the children as his.
Celeste, an orphan, abandoned by the orphanage she grew up in at the age of 18 had nothing to lose and agreed to the deal.
6 years later, Celeste is now 24 years and mother to triplets boys; Lake, Troy and Soren. The contract is coming to an end this month and rumors has it that Xenois true love Claudia Hale is returning back to the city after 6 years of absence.

Xenois handed her the divorce papers that morning only for him to get into a car accident on the way to the hospital and suffers from amnesia.

To Xenois, he's in love with his wife and kids and a very attentive father and husband and is surprised to find out that Celeste planned on divorcing him. He is determined to make his wife fall for him and be a better father to their children. Things seem like a fairytale for Celeste who is desperate to hold on to this illusion after she had fallen for her husband in their third year of their marriage and stayed with an unrequited love. She knows what she's doing is cruel but she wants to enjoy it while it lasts.

But Claudia Hale won't rest until she gets rid of the obstacle named Celeste and marries her heartthrob Xenois.

Will Xenois recover his memory and better yet, once he does, does Celeste still stand a chance at winning the heart of her husband or would she be accused of having a hand in his amnesia.

"You feel so f*king good." a deep voice, one I knew all too well, grunted.
I watched my husband Daniel and my assistant Esme banging each other right on my table. My hands flew to my mouth as realization dawned on me, the shock from seeing and hearing them made me shift back, stumbling against the table, and I pushed the chair backward.
"Did you hear that?"
I quickly dodged and stepped back from the glass view.
"What?" Daniel hissed impatiently.
"I think I heard-" Esme trailed off, "Never mind, just hurry up already."
"No need to rush, there is still time before the btch lands." His statement was like a slap to my face, my ears were ringing.
"Really?"
"Yes, baby, a few more rounds for us."
"Once she's back, I can't have you."
"I know, but it's just for a while, you know it's you I love, it's her money that's keeping me."
Their mixed chuckle ran across the room, traveled up my nerves, and made my heart sink to my stomach.


When Elsie uncovers the affair between her husband and her trusted assistant, her world shatters. The dual betrayal by the man she loved for years and the assistant she relied on leave her devastated and nearly hopeless.
But after the initial shock, Elsie regains her strength. She contacts a lawyer to prepare for divorce and makes a bold move- switching jobs and joining the company of her longtime rival, Albie.

What starts as a search for solace turns into something much more dangerous. Albie's relentless pursuit leaves Elsie feeling increasingly drawn to him, despite her resolve. Will she lose herself in a passion she never expected, or find a new path to healing?

“I want out of this marriage.”

The words were cold… ironic coming from the man who betrayed her five years ago.

But the broken woman he once discarded no longer exists.

She has rebuilt herself from the ashes… stronger, sharper, and untouchable. Now a powerful CEO and a devoted mother, she has no interest in reopening old wounds or letting the past back into her carefully rebuilt life.

Unfortunately, fate has other plans.

When the man who shattered her heart is suddenly thrown back into her world, buried emotions resurface… along with a secret powerful enough to change everything.

Because the little boy she fiercely protects may be his son.

Just when the past begins clawing its way back, another threat rises.

The woman currently by his side is not the type to walk away quietly. Ruthless, manipulative, and dangerously obsessed, she will stop at nothing to keep the man she claims as hers… even if it means destroying the woman he once lost and tearing apart the life she fought so hard to build.

This time, the stakes are higher.

And walking away may no longer be an option.

For seven years, to support my wife’s dream of building a perfume empire, I hid my identity as the heir to a trillion-dollar conglomerate and stayed in the basement, crafting the core base notes for her in silence.

But on the day she finally rose to fame, she hung my mother’s heirloom around her young lover’s neck and looked at me with naked disgust as she forced me out with nothing.
“A useless piece of trash that reeks of poverty like you would only drag down the class of my brand.”

I didn’t beg.
I signed the papers without hesitation, then cut off the only supply of raw essence that had been suppressing the toxicity in her perfumes.

In just one week, her new product triggered a catastrophic disfigurement scandal, and her billion-dollar empire came crashing down.

When she was ruined, covered in mud, and kneeling outside the gates of my estate, crying tears of blood and begging for mercy,
I simply held my perfectly matched new wife in my arms and watched coldly as security dragged her away like garbage.

“Clean it up. Don’t let her stain my ground.”

My husband Dante's best friend Luigi died three months ago, and with his last breath, he made Dante promise to take care of his pregnant widow, Maggie. From that moment, Maggie invaded our lives, and I was only four months pregnant at the time.

Then Maggie got caught in a gang shootout. She needed an emergency blood transfusion, and she had this rare blood type—Rhnull. Turns out, I'm Rhnull too.

To save Maggie and her baby, Dante forced me to abort mine.

To make his "cousin" happy on Christmas Day, my husband brought home a cat.
The cat jumped into my mother's arms, triggering her allergies and causing an immediate asthma attack.
I frantically rushed her to the hospital emergency room,
only to witness my husband feeding medicine mouth-to-mouth to his "cousin."
While my mother lay unconscious, he didn't even ask about her condition.
Watching their retreating figures, I thought of the invitation letter in my email inbox offering a million-dollar annual salary job.
It seemed our five-year marriage had finally run its course.

After sleeping for a thousand years, I returned to the ancestral castle that was supposed to be mine.
Only to find my throne torn down and turned into an auction block for the black market, my territory carved up clean by traitors.
And my only pureblood descendant in this world was actually being auctioned off like livestock—covered in blood, chained up with a cheap dog collar around his neck.
The entire room of nobles and elites mistook me for the lowest kind of half-blood trash, mocking me as a rat too stupid to know when he was dead.
The usurper, eager to curry favor with the Abyss, shouted that he would drain me dry and offer my blood as a tribute to the three pureblood princes deep within the Abyss.
Then the void split open, and those three supreme princes—the untouchable monsters the world worshiped—truly descended.
Under the horrified gaze of more than a thousand nobles and elites, those three ancient monsters threw themselves at my feet, scrambling and crawling, wailing in terror without even daring to raise their heads:
"Your unworthy descendants... welcome the Ancestor's return!!!"

My first love was adopted by our family, and he promised he would always be there for me.
But after my dad passed away in a car accident, I found him with another woman in our bedroom.
He told everyone Caroline was his true love—that he only saw me as a sister—and claimed I was the one who was pestering him.
I was shamed by everyone. The stress gave my mother a stroke, and Caroline even had someone run me over, costing me an eye.
Seven years later, holding flowers, I ran into them outside a convenience store.
Arthur's son looked at me pityingly. "Dad, this lady lost an eye… Is she selling flowers? Should we buy some?"

She had the perfect marriage. Until his brother came home. When Emma married Daniel, she thought she had found safety, stability, and love. But years later, cracks have begun to show in their marriage—unspoken resentments, silent nights, and secrets that never quite stay buried.
Then Adrian, Daniel's younger brother, returns. Charismatic. Reckless. Dangerous. Everything Daniel is not.
Everything Emma didn't know she was missing. What begins as stolen glances and accidental touches spirals into a secret so dangerous it could destroy them all.
As passion consumes her, Emma is forced to weave lies thicker than she can manage, each one dragging her deeper into a web of betrayal.
But Adrian isn't telling her everything. And Daniel isn't as blind as he seems.When the truth comes out, someone will be shattered. Someone will be betrayed.
And someone might not survive. My Affair with My Husband's Brother is a breathtaking psychological thriller in addictive chapters dripping with tension, obsession, and shocking twists. A story of forbidden love, dangerous secrets, and the devastating price of desire.

"Stop—"
The word barely formed before his grip adjusted, tightening just enough to keep me where I was. The kiss deepened, pinning me still as his tongue slid inside my mouth and demanded for a response.
My breath caught, oxygen thinning as his hand started to move on my body—sliding down my hips, grabbing my legs and pulled me closer than I allowed.
My pulse spiked as I remembered where we were. "Nate—"
He didn't stop. If anything, my resistance only sharpened something in him.
His hand moved between my legs and cupped my core. He groaned over my lips.
"I can fuck you here," Nate whispered against my lips. "You're fucking wet, Sienna. You're so ready for me—"
"Stop—" I gasped when his fingers slid inside my panties. "Nate.. oh—"
Two fingers filled my entrance swiftly. I grabbed on his sleeve as he shoved his fingers even deeper inside me.
"Fuck, Sienna—" he hissed and crashed his mouth on me.
Nate moved his fingers in and out of me, and I whimpered in pleasure and panic that someone might see us here.
"Nate…" I moaned. "Please—"
"Please, what?" he asked, fingers moving faster inside me.
"Fuck—" I tightened my grip on his shoulders and spread my legs even wider. "Nate—"
My knees weakened and I started to shake as the pool of heat started to form under my navel. Nate held my body even tighter, making sure I won't fall with every thrust of his fingers.
As his strokes became faster and harder, I buried my face on his chest. And with one more shove of his fingers, my whole body shook and I climaxed—
Right there, in the middle of a dark corridor, with my husband's friend.


After witnessing her husband's betrayal, the perfect wife Sienna drowns herself in a bar, contemplating a hookup to numb herself. But unexpectedly, her husband's friend Nate shows up, drives away her would-be one-night stand, and demands that she sleep with him:
"Think about it. If you sleep with me tonight, it's not just about pleasure, Sienna. It's about power. It's about making him feel something he hasn't yet—the sting of betrayal by someone he trusted."

I was accused of cheating the moment I became pregnant.
My husband, Ryan Xavier, had been diagnosed infertile, yet he believed the child was not his. He divorced me without hesitation and destroyed my reputation, even though I had never betrayed him. The truth surfaced too late. The doctor admitted he had made a serious mistake and implanted the wrong embryo. The baby I was carrying belonged to Kian Xavier, Ryan's identical twin and the most feared billionaire in the city.
With no way out, I accepted Kian's offer of a one-year contract marriage meant only to protect the child. There was supposed to be no love and no intimacy, but feelings were never part of the plan. When Ryan learned the truth, the man who once abandoned me became obsessed with taking me back and tearing my new life apart. Then came the final truth. I was carrying twins conceived from the same accident, but with different fathers. One child belonged to Kian, the other to Ryan. Trapped between two brothers, I had no escape and no easy choice.

At the Falcone estate's riding ring, I watched my eight-year-old son Leo mount Starlight, preparing for the most important performance of his young life.
Before the third obstacle, the horse spooked. The instant Leo was thrown, I rushed forward to shield him—the cost was three shattered ribs and a kicked left lung.
When I woke from unconsciousness, I found myself in Dante's private clinic downstairs. From the adjacent room came the doctor's angry voice: "We agreed this was just a marrow extraction. Why did you set up what happened with the horse?"
My husband Dante Falcone's response made my blood run cold: "Leo was Mia's donor. Now that the procedure is complete, there's no point in continuing treatment. Mia is the real heir."
Eight years of marriage. I'd always believed that beneath Dante's cold exterior, Leo was still a son he treasured.
Only now did I understand—from the moment of his birth, Leo had been nothing more than a living donor prepared for his stepsister Mia.
The cruelest irony? Mia, the girl Dante loved so deeply, wasn't even his biological daughter.

The new member posted a yacht contract to the club group chat on her first day in. The caption read: Thanks for the birthday present, Dad 🥂
Ten seconds later she deleted it. Breezy apology. Oops, wrong group.
I looked at the photo one more time before it disappeared. I didn't check the numbers. I looked at the name painted across the bow.
It was my mother's name.
The boat was mine. My father had told me about it a week ago.
The chat didn't care. Which family is she from? Ninety-six feet of custom teak. Sienna, you dark horse.
I asked, quietly, if she'd share the registration number. I wanted to hear what she'd say.
My own husband stood up from two desks over and tore into me in front of every member in the room. Told me I was jealous. Told me I was an embarrassment. Told me to know my place.
Later that week, he broke into my safe. Took the diamond my father had given me for my mother — and put it around her neck.
That night my father's encrypted voice memo came in from somewhere at sea. One minute long. The last line was this:
"Find your mother's necklace. I can't wear her myself. I need you to wear her for me."

Dumped by her groom publicly, Luna married his uncle—Theodore, a business tycoon.
Hatred? Revenge? Or his long-planning?

Wedding night, he handed over a contract. “Nice doing business with you, my wife.”
When her down-and-out ex begged for a second chance? Luna smirked, swirling wine. “I'm Luna Carter, your new aunt—and the new owner of the Davis's enterprise.”

Six years ago, Evelyn White caught her husband Arthur Collins cheating, then left his mansion—pregnant and unseen. Now she’s back as Eve, a top artist, with two genius twins. At her exhibition, the kids yell “Mommy”… and Arthur’s world breaks. He’s obsessed with dragging her (and the kids he never knew) back. She just wants to paint and protect her family. But as their past’s lies unravel, escaping him means fighting for more than just freedom.

Logan's hard work and dedication goes down the drain after getting physical with a man he had no idea about to protect his girlfriend. He finds himself in prison after the man who he had fought with, who also turned out to be the son of one of the most influential families in the US had thrown him into jail but he was comforted since he knew he had his girlfriend waiting for him.

Three years later, he comes out of prison only to find his girlfriend getting married to the same man that had caused his demise and after being humiliated and degraded, it only brings about an unquenchable thirst for revenge.

When a mystery old man gives him a ring to find an organization, Logan's life will forever take a huge turn and his ultimate revenge plan would be more than easy to execute.

【Warning: Do not open this novel lightly, or you'll find yourself hopelessly addicted, unable to put it down for three days and nights...】

Three years of loveless marriage turned her from an angel into a black widow.

That night, she roughly bound his wrists with his tie and straddled his waist. As she leaned forward, her scarlet silk nightgown slipped off one shoulder, revealing a tantalizing curve of flesh beneath.

"Enjoying this, Alexander?" she chuckled softly, her fingertips trailing slow and deliberate over his chest, teasing the tense ridges of his abs. "Hard but can't move—feeling frustrated?"

His eyes darkened, the desire within nearly exploding. He resisted, fought back, but completely crumbled at her touch.

"Sienna," his voice menacing, "you asked for this!"

A sharp snap—the tie broke. He lunged like a beast, slamming her beneath him, his scorching hardness pressing between her thighs, claiming her with no escape.

By daybreak, she left behind divorce papers, a hundred-dollar bill, and a taunt—"This is all you're good for."

Five years later, she returned as a rising star in the medical field, accompanied by a pair of twins who bore a striking resemblance to him. He pinned her against the wall, showing her a thick medical file: "Chronic poisoning."

Her pupils constricted. As a top doctor, she instantly understood what this meant.

"I never touched you because I didn't want you to mourn a dying man," his voice was hoarse. "I made you hate me so you wouldn't have to cry for me."

His eyes darkened, the suppressed anger threatening to consume her: "So, these twins... are they mine, or someone else's?"

I was once known as "The Divine Hand," the youngest Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery in history.

I didn't just perform surgeries, I invented them. However, after a high-profile operation on my own mentor went tragically wrong, leaving him in a vegetative state, my mother made me swear a blood oath.

“Your hands bring both life and ruin. Never touch a scalpel again, or the guilt will consume you forever.”

I traded my surgical scrubs for a floral apron. I married Lucian, a famous business tycoon my mother had selected.

For five years, I spent my days in the kitchen, meticulously preparing meals that were precisely calibrated medicinal formulas that cured his heart murmur and made him the top-performing executive in the city.

However, on our fifth anniversary, Lucian didn't bring flowers or gifts. Instead, he threw the divorce papers on my face with Leslie, the glamorous "Star Surgeon" of the year, by his side, her hands wrapped around his arms like she owned him.

Lucian sneered, "Lesley operates on kings and CEOs. You? You can't even look at a drop of blood without fainting. You’re a liability to my social standing."

“Sign the papers and I'll give you two hundred dollars every month as your monthly allowance. Considering your lifestyle, that's more than you ever need.” He mocked.

I stared at the divorce papers in my hands. This was what he was paying me for being a submissive wife.

"I’ll sign," I said, "and I’ll let you keep the house and the stocks. But only if Lesley can correctly identify the three hidden toxins I’ve neutralized in your body over the last five years using only the meals you mocked me for cooking.”

“If she’s the 'genius' you claim, surely she can diagnose the man she's sleeping with.”

They found my husband locked inside his mistress.

Not metaphorically. Literally locked—a medical phenomenon called vaginal spasm, triggered when their sports car crashed mid-affair on a mountain road. The doctors said separating them required a high-risk spinal injection. Without it, he'd lose everything below the waist. Possibly his life.

They needed my signature. The wife's consent.

I looked at the consent form. Then at my phone—47 missed calls from three nights ago, when our four-year-old son stopped breathing.

Adrian never picked up. He was too busy.

Now he was begging me to sign.

I wiped away my tears, picked up the pen.

Now it was his turn to die.

I thought I had it all—married to Darius Levine, the perfect husband in everyone’s eyes. But behind closed doors, betrayal and lies tore us apart.
When I finally had enough, I fought back.
Divorce was just the beginning.
Secrets, revenge, and power became my new weapons, and as Darius crumbled, I rose stronger than ever.
But in the end, I learned the hard way—nothing is ever what it seems.

Sean Turner kissed his childhood sweetheart, Mia Moore, right in front of me.
He said he married me for benefits, not love.
He even tried to force me to give Mia my heart.
I agreed.
But after the transplant surgery, he regretted it—while I smiled.

"Brielle, I need money... My bone cancer is worse. Without treatment, I won't make it past next month."

For Cole's words, I gave up everything—my billionaire father, my inheritance, my name. I became a crime scene cleaner, the most degrading job in New York.

Twenty hours a day, I scrubbed blood and rotting flesh off apartment floors. I even sold my own blood. All to save the man I loved.

One million dollars. Finally, I had it.

I rushed to the five-star hotel, clutching the warm check in my trembling hands. Pushed open the presidential suite door.

And froze.

Cole—healthy, glowing, dressed in an expensive suit—knelt before Delilah, New York's newest socialite. A diamond ring glittered between his fingers.

"Babe, that corpse-smelling idiot sent more money today," he laughed. "That bag you wanted? Let's go buy it right now."

The check fell from my hands.

Something inside me shattered.

And something darker took its place.

I woke up three years into a marriage I barely remembered—pregnant with twins that weren't my husband's.

Those words should have destroyed me, but the truth was worse: I'd been used as a broodmare by the man who swore to love me, set up in a hotel room with a stranger because My husband Alexander Cross couldn't father children himself, and now I carried the secret babies of Damon Lester—the most powerful and dangerous Alpha in San Loris—while my own family replaced me with the daughter they'd always wanted. But when that same stranger's doctor appeared at my door, when twenty million dollars exchanged hands over a fake perfume bearing my secret identity, and when Damon's gray eyes locked onto mine with recognition I couldn't afford, I realized my carefully hidden life as the legendary perfumer Vera was colliding with a pregnancy that could cost me everything.

Could I protect my babies from the husband plotting my death, hide my true identity from the Alpha who's been hunting me for years, and reclaim the freedom I'd buried along with my dreams—even if it means standing alone against the wolves who see me as nothing more than a womb to be used and discarded?

He took their son and his first love to a theme park on their anniversary. She found out on national television.

He froze her cards. He laughed in her face. He said she'd be crawling back in three days.

That was seven days ago.

Now her ex-husband watches from the sidelines while she sits at the head of a billionaire's table. Watches while his own son calls another woman "Mommy." Watches while a man who would burn the world for her wraps his arm around her waist.

He wanted to teach her a lesson.

She taught him what regret really means.

"I'll pay the bills."
My head snapped up. "What?"
Helena smiled, slow and deliberate. "On one condition."
A chill ran down my spine. "What condition?"
"Marry Luca."
I stiffened.
"The Alpha of Shadow Claw Pack has been pressuring us for a union," she continued, her tone silky smooth. "Lydia was meant to be his bride, but she's… not exactly suited for the role."
Lydia huffed. "As if I'd marry that brute."
Helena's gaze sharpened. "But you, Aurora, with your bloodline… You'd make a fine Luna."
My heart pounded in my chest.
"You need money. We need an alliance," Helena said. "It's a fair trade, don't you think?"


Aurora thought marrying a complete stranger for the sake of a political alliance was already bad enough- until she discovered at the wedding that her fated mate was none other than her husband's brother...

THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE FEATURING DARK CONTENT AND MORALLY AMBIGUOUS CHARACTERS.
Peyton has been in her marriage, enduring the pain of watching Odin, her husband, flirt and cheat in the guise of an open marriage—a decision he made without her agreement.
She hit a dead end when Odin broke the number one rule: bringing one of his flings to their home, their bed. That's when she made an impulsive decision—cheat and not feel guilty.
He wants her to get a boyfriend?
No, she'd do him one better.
One night, that's all it took, and the next day she finds herself tangled with her husband's brother.
Axel—He's a live wire, pure mischief and untamed. He doesn't just give Peyton what she's been starved of; he ignites a fire she didn't know she had, making her crave the wild freedom only he offers.
With Axel, it's not just a fling; it's an explosion of everything forbidden.
Raphael—A little unhinged? More like a master of controlled chaos. He's the kind of man who sears himself into your soul, leaving an unforgettable mark deep in your memories. Raphael doesn't just flip a switch in your brain; he rewires it entirely, making you question every sane choice you've ever made.
Ready to dive deeper into Peyton's dangerous game?

I was supposed to marry the Alpha’s son to bring peace between our packs. But the moment I stepped onto Yellow Stone territory, I felt it—

The pull. The bond. The truth I didn’t ask for.

My fated mate isn’t Adrian, the charming future Alpha I was promised.

It’s his father.

Alaric Thorn. The brooding, battle-scarred former Alpha with silver eyes and a stare that undresses my soul.

He’s older. Married. Off-limits.

And he wants nothing to do with me.

But how do you forget the mate the Moon Goddess chose for you?

How do you marry his son and smile for the photos?

How do you stop your heart from betraying everything your brain tells you is right?

Alaric wants to reject me during the next full moon. He says it will bring is clarity.

But I’m terrified of what it might rip apart.

For love, I gave up my identity as a wealthy heiress and eloped with my poor boyfriend. To help him raise startup capital for his business, I spent Christmas Eve dressed as Santa Claus handing out flyers.
And he, just to make his first love smile, kicked me into the pool with one swift kick...

"You're already soaked, aren't you?" Jax growled, his fingers teasing under the hem of her tight janitor dress."Three of us… and you're dro*ping before we even start."
Shy, curvy Lila only took the late-night cleaning job for the money. She never expected to become the prize in a filthy bet between the three hottest guys in the dorm.
Cocky Jax, intense Miles, and playful Theo made a wager: "Whoever can make Lila moan the loudest wins free beer for a whole month."
But when they discover how easily she gets wet and how desperately she's fantasized about being shared by multiple men, the bet turns into something much greedier.
Now every shift ends with Lila bent over in her sexy uniform, soft body worshipped and passed between three hard cocks — moaning, shaking, and living out her dirtiest fantasy.
She knows it's wrong. She knows it's risky.
But why stop when three gorgeous men are competing to ruin her every night?"

"Has our Alpha already fucked his twenty-buck pussy?"
Nikki’s voice cut through the air, but the recording she played was worse. It was his voice. Raven's voice. "Twenty bucks says I can make her fall for me. She's so desperate, it'll be easy."
The world stopped. I stared at Raven—the man who had held me, who promised I was his Luna. He looked pale, reaching for me. "Dawn, wait..."
I didn't wait. I slapped him. The sound echoed like a gunshot. "I was just a game to you?" I screamed, tears blinding me. I trusted him with my broken heart, and he sold it for twenty dollars.


Dawn Yeager is an invisible Omega, secretly in love with the campus king and Alpha, Raven Stone. But when her own mate, Dimitri, publicly rejects her for the popular girl Nikki, Dawn's life hits rock bottom—until Raven steps in to claim her. It feels like a fairytale, but the dream shatters when Dawn discovers Raven's claim was nothing more than a cruel twenty-dollar bet. Heartbroken and humiliated, Dawn unleashes her inner strength, transforming from a weak Omega into the Cheer Queen. Now, Raven is groveling for forgiveness, realizing he actually fell in love, while Dimitri wants her back. With a dangerous rogue threat looming and a romantic getaway that forces Dawn and Raven together, Dawn must decide: Can she forgive the Alpha who broke her, or will she choose a new path?

（There is a lot of sexual and stimulating content, minors are not allowed to read!!!）
She prepared for pregnancy and did her best to take care of her drunken husband.
Afterwards, her husband kicked her out, simply because his first love had returned.
After the divorce, she made it to the cover of Time magazine, reaching the peak of her life.
Her ex-husband pursued her all the way to the Civil Affairs Bureau, whispering tenderly, "Will you remarry me?"

"Is this your way of seducing me?" Clifton looked at the woman before him, wearing only a thin nightgown, her perfect curves exposed to his eyes.
"I admit, I'm attracted to you." Clifton suddenly lowered his head, his thin lips biting down on my collarbone, his fingers trailing down from my full chest, slipping between my thighs.
I was pinned down on the bed by Miranda, feeling the pleasure he brought to my body.
"Be good and let me in." Clifton thrust into me forcefully.
After suffering betrayal from her ex-husband and cousin, Miranda married the disfigured and disabled Clifton as his contract wife to cover her company's losses.
But an accident led Miranda to discover that Clifton was neither disfigured nor disabled—he was actually the underground king who controlled the entire city.
Miranda became afraid and prepared to leave this terrifying man, but Clifton kept dragging her back: "The contract is void. I want not only your body, but also your heart."
This time, will she truly fall in love with this dangerous man?