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Marlow Winters used to know exactly one thing for certain: Truett Sorensen loved her. Then he vanished from their hometown rink the summer before their sophomore year without a word, and the certainty became a scar. Now she's a credentialed junior reporter covering the Kestrel Development Program's championship run for a regional sports outlet, and he's the team's captain, the reason scouts are circling. He's ice in every press conference. Off camera, he looks at her like she's the only warm thing left in the building. But the reason he left three years ago isn't the one she's spent three years believing, and the season has six weeks left to either fix them or finish them.

Nicolai Petrovich never wanted to be a hero—he has too much blood on his hands and too many ghosts in his past. The only thing that ever kept him human was his sister. And when Selene dies in a night of gunfire and chaos, something breaks inside him that will never heal again.
But hell has a sense of irony: on the day he buries his sister, Nicolai is forced into a marriage with Alessandro De Luca—the heir of the most ruthless mafia family in the city. The Phantom. The man everyone fears.
What was meant to be a political alliance quickly turns into a battle for dominance and sanity. Alessandro claims Nicolai as if he has every right to—through orders, through touch, through a kiss that feels less like affection and more like a brand burned into skin. And Nicolai hates it… almost as much as he hates that his body doesn’t always agree with him.
Caught between loyalty, guilt, and a man who sees right through him, Nicolai starts to fall. Deeper, darker, more dangerously than he ever should.
Because Alessandro is no legend, no myth—he’s far worse: a man who always gets what he wants.
And he wants Nicolai.
What follows is a war of desire, power, and broken promises. A marriage that isn’t one. A prison without bars. And a man fighting not to lose himself to someone who might bring him back to life… or destroy him completely.
Forced Marriage with the Devil — a story about obsession, pain, unwanted intimacy, and the slow, brutal fight for freedom… or personal ruin.

My beauty boss lives next door to me. She insults me in the company at day, then I invade her house at night…

I poured my heart into Leo’s next song, only to have him mock my lyrics in front of the whole school.
The next morning, he woke up in my body… and I woke up in his.
Now he has one month in my volleyball trials to earn a scholarship spot, while I must master his guitar, voice, and stage swagger for the “Battle of the Bands” that’ll get him signed.

“Don’t do this.” I muttered, my voice shaky as I took a step back. He advanced towards me, his eyes lidded with emotions..

“Don't do what?” He asked, his voice deep and filled with so much pain that my heart aches.

“You know what.” I responded. I looked away from him, not able to stomach the pain in his eyes because I had caused that pain. “We're terrible for each other.” I added.

He stopped walking towards me and clenched his hands beside him. When he spoke again, his words shattered the remaining of my heart.

“Is it so bad to love me, Celia?”
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Cecelia had her entire life planned out. She would graduate at the top of her class, go to an Ivy League school, and most importantly, make Alex Gomez's life miserable.

But life had other plans.

She was diagnosed with cancer in the middle of a school year. Even though, she ended up beating the illness, things had changed when she returned to school for senior year.

People had changed. Or so she thought.

Alex Gomez, her biggest rival, was still infuriating and competitive, but he had replaced her as the top student.

The worst part was that he was assigned to be her tutor.

Cecelia was going to make sure he regretted it. She didn't anticipate falling for him, or that he would feel the same way.

“Jude,” I said, putting my shorts on. “Did we by any chance get married last night?”
Maybe I was just losing my mind, and it connected the dots in the stupidest way.
“We did."


After four years of giving her heart to the same man, Millie thought she knew exactly where her life was headed until she caught her boyfriend cheating on her—with the daughter of the very man who owned the hockey team he played for.
Overnight, she lost her relationship, her home, and her sense of security. Worse, her ex’s new lover threatened her career if she exposed the truth.
Then Jude Callahan walked into her life.
The hockey superstar was the last person Millie expected to see after all of those years.
But one reckless night in Las Vegas changed everything. She woke up beside Jude with a wedding ring on her finger and no memory of saying I do.
When photos of their secret wedding hit the internet, divorce became impossible. So, they made a deal: stay married, keep their distance, and never fall in love.
But living under the same roof made those rules harder to follow.
Jude was everything Millie had hoped for in a man, and Jude seemed determined to prove that he didn’t see her as the broken woman everyone else abandoned.
But their marriage had attracted more attention than either of them expected. Many people were willing to do whatever it took to tear them apart. The marriage that started as an accident was slowly becoming the most real thing in Millie’s life. Would she be able to handle everything that would happen in their life?

Sold to the cruelest Alpha King Damien by her foster parents. Amelia was told that all she had to do was bear him an heir and she will be set free. What she doesn’t know is that the cruel Alpha is her mate.

“Mate.” Was the first words that left her mouth when her eyes landed on him. Alpha Damien was furious to know his mate is a lowly omega he had bought. He rejects her and orders his guards to throw her into the dungeon.

But Alpha Damien couldn’t deny the attraction he felt for Amelia. He orders his maid to get her for him as the thoughts of her were driving him crazy.

Amelia finds out she is pregnant and runs away with the pregnancy only for her to chased by some rogues. Her hero turns out to be Alpha Damien’s cousin Asher and he takes her to his pack.

Alpha Damien swore bring her back to the Bloodmoon pack. A perilous love triangle soon blossomed. When Asher finds out Amelia is pregnant, she lied to him the child is his out of fear.

A single lie soon turn into something far more dangerous.

This was Angela Cassiel's last year in high school. She had planned to spend the last year smoothly and welcomed her she-wolf when she turned 18. She may even find her mate. But she didn't expect her bully, Leo Miller to come back. Leo had always bullied Angela since they met in middle
school. Leo kept bullying Angela, because Angela's father was the reason his mother and sister died. And he wanted Angela to pay for her father's mistake. Angela had no idea of this. She just knew Leo hated her to the guts. She tried to fight against Leo several times, but she was no match for him. Two Years ago, Leo transferred to another school because of family issues. Angela was glad to get rid of the bully bandage. And she thought they would probably never see each other. But her peaceful life was shattered, again, by Leo Miller's return. What would happen next? Would Angela fight against Leo
bravely this time?

No love. No promises. Just one year to take everything back.
Luna thought she had everything—love, loyalty, and a future she could trust.
Until she walked into her own bedroom and found her boyfriend in bed with her best friend… wearing a ring that was never meant for her.
In one night, Luna loses it all.
But instead of breaking, she walks away.
No tears. No confrontation. No second chances.
Just silence… and a plan.

When a dangerously composed billionaire, Adrian Vale, offers her something she never expected—a one-year contract with no emotions, no promises, and complete freedom—Luna does the unthinkable.
She says yes.
Because this isn’t about love anymore.
It’s about power.
With money in her account, control in her hands, and a heart she refuses to risk again, Luna begins to rebuild her life on her own terms.
But revenge isn’t always clean.
And the more time she spends with a man who doesn’t believe in love… the more dangerous the lines between control and desire begin to blur.
Noel and Mira thought they had broken her.
They have no idea what they’ve created.

"I didn't marry you because I love you, but because I was forced by my father to do so, so you have to keep your distance from me, So here and now, I, Melvin Zest from the Peking pack reject you, Audrey, from the mekreh pack as my mate!!"

Audrey had lived her life like a prisoner in her own pack. Her greedy father never loved her, all he wanted was to be rich and powerful, and to achieve that he gave all his daughters for marriage to rich and unknown packs. Now it was Audrey's turn, she was getting married to someone she knows nothing about
Melvin, a ruthless Alpha who had always turned his dark side to women, was forced by his father to get married; he chose a girl, from a far kingdom. His twin brother pretended to love her just to get to his brother. Because of jealousy both slowly fell in love with her

Who would she choose?
Will she forgive them for both rejecting her?
How would both brothers be?

“I only married you because Tara was gone but now that she's back, I want to divorce you!” Lucas told Elena. She couldn't believe her ears, this was the same man she loved that she risked her career for him.

Elena Rhodes married Lucas because he was her first love but their marriage was nothing to write home about and that worsen when Lucas first love came back.

Elena was carrying Lucas child but lost it, she decided to divorce him but promised to make him regret!

Six years later, she returned but not as the timid Elena that everyone treated like trash but as a strong multi-billionaire, ready to serve everyone who treated her like trash no mercy!

“I still love you, Elena, please take me back!” Lucas was begging

“I don't know you, Mr Rhodes! Get lost!” Elena snapped.

After Frederick—my guardian, eleven years older—saw the confession I'd posted meant only for him, he announced his engagement the next day.
Out of spite, I faked a hickey and stumbled home past midnight to find him waiting on the couch.
The second his eyes hit my neck, his face went dark:
"Dating someone?"
"Yeah."
"Are you sleeping with him?"
I twisted my dress between shaking fingers. "You don't get to ask me that anymore."
He pressed two fingers to his temple. The silence was suffocating.
I'd expected him to explode—this man who used to go ballistic if another guy came near me. Instead, his voice came out cold and flat:
"You're eighteen. I can't stop you. Just cover that up before you go out. It looks cheap."
Later, I finally gave up. Right under his second-floor window, I kissed another guy, planning not to come back.
That's when the composed law professor completely lost it.
That storm night, he dragged me to an isolated mountain house and pinned me beneath him. Seven years of control shattered:
"You have no idea how many pills I take every night just to keep my hands off you."
His eyes were wild, his voice destroyed:
"If you need someone that badly... I've been right here for seven years."

I was snatched at three. By fourteen, I was missing both legs, half-deaf, and half-blind.

When my billionaire blood family finally brought me to their Texas ranch, the fake heiress cornered me.
"Try any tricks to steal my place," she sneered, "and I’ll break your legs."
I didn't argue. I just unhooked my prosthetics and let them drop to the floor.

When my biological brother grabbed my shoulder, hissing a warning in my ear to stay in line, I tapped my skull and yelled, "What?! This ear is entirely dead! I can't hear you!"
They both backed away, looking at me like they’d seen a ghost.

But a few days later, the fake heiress threw herself down a staircase to frame me—and accidentally tore my shirt open.
The whole party froze. My back was a horrific map of trafficker brands and whip scars.
My parents pulled me into their arms, trembling violently. "Who did this to you?!"
"It wasn't me! Don't try to pin that on me!" the fake daughter shrieked in panic.

I nodded slowly. She was right. The traffickers did it.
I was the only kid who crawled out of their hellfire alive. And I promised the kids who burned that I would make our monsters pay.

I hid my identity and spent five years married to Caelen—a man who claimed to be nothing but a wandering knight.

The day I found out I was pregnant, he showed up with his Black Obsidian Dragon Riders.

Turns out he commanded the Empire's most elite aerial legion.

Oh, and he was getting married. Just not to me.

"I'm marrying Victoria Ashford. The Cabinet Chancellor's daughter. We're equals in power and status, and... we've already slept together."

He promised to set me up with an estate, swore the child and I would never want for anything.

"So I'm supposed to hide in the shadows forever?"

Caelen wouldn't meet my eyes. "She'll make the perfect Commander's wife. Stay out of her way, and I can give you everything—except my name."

My throat burned. Five years of love, and this was all I meant to him.

What he didn't know: I'm Princess Seraphina Aurelian, Crown Princess of the Empire.

And there's no way in hell I'm becoming his dirty little secret.

In my past life, my childhood friend—the star quarterback—threw away his Ivy League scholarship for some hood rat, even getting mixed up in drug deals. When I tried to pull him out of the gutter, I got shanked by gang members on a cold, rainy night.

Yet there he was at the police station, holding that trashy girl tight, telling the cops: "Emma had it coming. Always butting in, trying to run my life."

Second time around, I'm back to the day he begged me to cover for him with coach so he could take that girl to get an abortion.

I looked into his desperate eyes and gave him my sweetest smile, taking the fake sick note: "Don't worry, I've got you covered."

I died for you last time. Your turn now.

A year ago, Selina collapsed into Kyle's arms, bloodied and sobbing, crying that Ella had pushed her down the stairs.

Kyle didn't even give Ella a chance to explain. He was fed up with her attitude—proud, possessive, never willing to back down. As the Alpha of the Black Wolf pack, he wanted a compliant wife, not some volatile woman who always picked fights with him.

In his rage, he signed those damned papers with his own hand, sending a tearful, pleading Ella to the notorious "Shifter Correction Facility"—a place that made people's blood run cold.

"When you learn to behave, you can come home," he had told her.

A year later, the facility called him to pick her up. He expected to see his wife return broken and sorry, begging for forgiveness.

But the Shifter Correction Facility doesn't teach people to behave.

They break them. Completely.

I am a monster, and I have been hiding in the shadows for twelve years.

In the apocalypse, she turned into a zombie. Those who had previously admired and respected her fled, and even the scientific research she had dedicated half her life to used her as a new experimental subject.

But I was happy about it. I put an exquisite collar on her, wrapped the chain around her neck, and led her home.

When she smells my scent, her eyes gradually redden, her chains rattle, and her golden hair turns snow-white, making her look like a beautiful elf.

"Don't bite yet, senior, be good."

The zombie's instincts seemed to make her constantly avoid getting close to me.

"Damn zombie instincts, how dare they defile my senior's body."

My mate died in a border skirmish with an enemy pack.
The woman he loved, Wren, died with him. She came from the pack we'd hated for a hundred years.
They left me two sons who weren't mine by blood.
Eighteen years passed.
I raised those boys like they were my own. I even got them into the Alpha King's Guard — the kind only a handful of pups make in a whole generation.
But the day they were chosen, my mate, dead all these years, walked back through the door with his forbidden lover.
She smiled at me like we were old friends.
"Thank you for turning our sons into the pride of the Guard."
"We couldn't have stayed hidden all these years without you."
Then my mate said he wanted the bond broken. He wanted her as his mate instead. He wanted his sons back.
I didn't cry. I didn't argue.
I just smiled.
"Okay."

After Martina Martinez and Benjamin Walker's breakup, paparazzi captured photos of the business tycoon entering the Walker family mansion with a mysterious woman late at night.

This caused a stir, and this wealthy family was bombarded by various media outlets.

During a phone interview, the gossip reporter asked, "Miss Martinez, how do you feel now that Mr. Walker has a new girlfriend?"

Martina held her painful forehead and looked towards Benjamin, who was adjusting his suit by the floor-to-ceiling window. He gestured for her to come over and help him with his tie.

Holding her phone, Martina responded, "It's... complicated!"

The reporter's heart leaped with joy and asked, "Is it heartbroken?!"

Martina was about to nod, but Benjamin raised his eyebrows and took her phone away.

His deep and alluring voice was heard on the other end of the line, "New girlfriend? Whose?"

I endured in silence for five years, and everyone treated me like worthless trash. My wife sacrificed our daughter for vanity, my in-laws called me bottom-tier scum, and a senator wanted me dead to divide up my fortune. They thought I was just an ant they could trample at will. Until I produced the Supreme Commander's immunity medallion, until armed helicopters hovered above the courthouse, until I forcibly hijacked the national broadcast, they finally realized what kind of existence they had provoked. I am "Night Asura"—the one man in this world who should never be crossed.

Five years ago, my sister vanished the night before her wedding. She left behind a crying newborn in a crib and a mafia heir on the verge of losing control.

And I was forced into her place—the temporary bride, the contract wife, the whispered “replacement” in every gilded hallway.

I thought I only had to survive five years. Five years to earn what I was promised, and then walk away from this city of shadows and blood.

I clawed my way through bullets, politics, and betrayal. I earned respect. I gained power.
And somehow... I tasted a tenderness I was never meant to have.

Now, with only ten days left on our marriage contract, I thought everything was finally under control. I thought freedom and power were within reach.

Until she came back—wrapped in grace, dripping secrets, smiling as if she owned the world she abandoned.

She looked at me and said, “Little sister, give me back my life.”

"Enough, Serafina! The thing rigged to the parasail is just a mannequin. It's not your mother! Cut the damn act!"

I watched helplessly as my severely ill mother plummeted from hundreds of feet in the air, smashing into the bone-chilling ocean.

My husband was holding my stepsister, a doting smile playing on his lips.

My own biological son clapped his hands in glee—because he was the one who had blindly pushed the release button.

They all said I was faking it. They said I was vicious, toxic, and jealous.

It wasn't until I erased every last trace of my existence and vanished entirely from their lives that they dug through the wreckage of our past like madmen, desperate to find me.

I share one body with Allen.

I’m the second self. He’s the original—kind, yielding. I handle everything that isn’t polite.

Together, we built a company from nothing—until an accident put me into a two-year sleep. Allen kept living alone in our body.

When I opened my eyes again, I was locked inside a car with sabotaged brakes, racing toward a cliff.

In those two years, a woman named Victoria slipped in, stole Allen’s trust and affection, and took control of our company.

Now she wants him dead—staging a drunk-driving “accident” so she can inherit everything as his fiancée.

I shattered the window and jumped, barely surviving. She was already preparing my funeral.

When I walked into the service, she tried the same old tears and moral pressure to pull me back into her script.

She didn’t know one thing: none of it works on me.

As the eldest daughter of North America’s most feared Mafia family, the Romanos, I married Matteo purely for love. For five years, everyone constantly envied me, thinking I was the luckiest woman alive.

Until I opened that video file.

The screen flickered to life, and my world violently collapsed.

The woman he had completely pinned against the wall, thrusting into her with feral desperation, was Valentina. His sweet, innocent adopted sister. The girl we had both carefully grown up with.

And the hands gripping her waist so tightly they bruised? They bore the exact wedding band I had lovingly slipped onto Matteo’s finger.

"Oh God, brother… you're so hard. If your perfect wife knew you were deep inside me right now, she’d lose her mind."

"Good girl, then stop talking about that boring piece of wood."

My refined, elegant husband was groaning, his voice filthy and depraved between loud, wet slaps of skin. "Squeeze tighter, fuck... You drive me insane, baby. The moment I successfully drain all her family’s stock, you’ll be the true mistress of this whole estate."

Every sweet nothing he had ever whispered to me was a calculated lie, designed to completely destroy me.

Those two despicable cheaters believe they have successfully won. They think my marriage was built on submission.

Well, since this rising Mafia star completely forgot that I am a Romano first and a wife second, it’s severely past time I gave him a taste of my own wicked performance.

Playtime is over. Matteo thinks he can steal my empire while burying his face in his sister’s bed?

I am going to carefully tear down his "perfect husband" facade piece by bleeding piece, and aggressively send them both straight to hell.

Four months pregnant, I walked into the OB-GYN clinic filled with joy—this was the child Archer and I had waited three years for.
But the moment the ultrasound report was handed to him, his gentle gray eyes twisted violently.
"Abort it. We absolutely cannot keep this child."
My stepfather watched coldly. The stepbrother who doted on me most slapped me hard across the face. My own mother wielded the scalpel and removed my uterus.
Half a month later, they picked me up from the hospital with roses, only to turn around and lock me away, feeding me psychiatric drugs until I died.
Reborn, I thought that as long as I hid the report, I could save my baby.
But they forced me onto the operating table once again.
It wasn't until I saw the report with my own eyes—
That I finally understood why my child had to die.

“Does Mr. Howard Have an STD?”
With one sentence, Sienna tore apart her marriage to Ethan.
For three years of their secret marriage, she was his obedient wife, his silent assistant, and the woman he always overlooked.
Until she discovered that every business trip he took was spent living with his adopted sister.
While he was hospitalized after a car accident, she slipped divorce papers into his documents and tricked him into signing them.
She quit her job, moved out, and inherited a massive fortune.
The whole city mocked her, saying she was nothing without Ethan.
But she turned around and climbed back to the top of the industry, standing beside a man even more powerful than him.
Only then did Ethan realize what he had lost, kneeling before her and begging for another chance.
She leaned down slightly and smiled.
“Mr. Howard, when you cheated on me… did you ever think I could choose someone else too?”

My wife was a fearsome Mafia queen in Chicago.
On the anniversary of our daughter's death, she didn't show up.
When I arrived, the male college student she was keeping was trampling on my daughter's black-and-white portrait.
Instead of scolding him, my wife shielded him in her arms: "Marco was just a child, why are you arguing with him?"
She thought I would be like a dog, forever subservient to her for wealth and power, enduring her betrayal.
Until I discovered the true cause of my daughter's tragic death—
I simply pulled out a gun and pressed the muzzle against her forehead.

The rules were supposed to keep me safe:

Rule #1: Fix my shattered swimming career.
Rule #2: Hide the crippling panic attacks drowning my future.
Rule #3: Never, ever fall for my new coach.

Too bad Liam James is also my best friend’s brother.

After a tragic accident stole my parents, the pool went from my sanctuary to my worst nightmare. Enter Liam: arrogant, devastatingly intense, and brutally demanding. He thinks I’m a lazy, washed-up athlete wasting his time. I think he’s a heartless tyrant.

But every explosive confrontation at the pool edge only fuels a suffocating, forbidden chemistry we can't ignore.

He’s completely off-limits. Breaking the rules means risking my career, his future, and my best friend’s trust. But when the world spins out of control, his arms are the only place I can finally breathe.

Can we survive the forbidden heat, or will our secrets drag us under?

She buried her parents, shedding tears of blood as the only family she had left was gone. She was left alone in a brutal world but that wasn’t the scary fact. She was a cursed individual who has to live forever without dying.

The curse of immortality will force her to live and watch her beloved ones dying, while she remains powerless to stop it.

A woman who has a cold heart and is not moved by anything, will her heart be moved by the disciple she took in?

Will she be able to finally open her heart to someone and love like any other person?

Nyla is an Omega who has been counting down the days to her eighteenth birthday, excited about finally being mated to her boyfriend, Zoran, and discovering her wolf. But just a day before the big day, Zoran breaks her heart, claiming he found someone better. Heartbroken, she cries herself to sleep but still manages to wake up and prepare for her birthday. However, things take an unexpected turn when she suddenly finds herself mated to the Alpha, who happens to be her best friend's dream man.

Rumored to be a bloodthirsty monster, the Dark Moon Alpha terrified my twin sister into fleeing their arranged marriage to elope with a rogue.

In my past life, my parents forced me to take her place.

Instead of dying, I ended up in the Alpha's castle, showered in the pack's unimaginable wealth.

Starving on the run, my jealous sister conspired with our parents.

They drained my wolf bloodline and burned me alive in a pure silver mine, just so she could steal my face and the Alpha's favor.

Opening my eyes, I found myself back on the night of her escape.

Instead of begging, I willingly grabbed the wedding dress.

"Elope in peace, sister. I'll marry the monster for you."

She thought she was handing me a death sentence.

But she had no idea... the obsessive love of a top-tier Alpha, and the supreme throne of the Luna...

This time, they will all be mine!

My fiancée accused me of not caring about family.
To make it up to her, I planned a luxury vacation for all of us.
But the night before we left, she told me she'd given my first-class seat to her childhood best friend.
Instead, she booked me a seat in economy—on a flight with a recent terror threat advisory.
The whole family thought I should just go along with it.
That's when I finally woke up.
I tore up the itinerary and rerouted to Hawaii instead.
I turned off my phone, leaving them to deal with the $20,000 bill.
It wasn't until their hotel reservations got canceled that they started to panic.

Everyone said I was born a jinx.
On the day I was born, my family teetered on the brink of bankruptcy, and my father passed away.
That was why Mother and Bruce had hated me from the very start.
They loved only Anna.
On my eighteenth birthday, Anna drugged me, leaving me on the verge of being assaulted.
It was then that Nolan Black appeared — the business tycoon, my savior.
He publicly declared that I was his person, warning that anyone who dared to lay a hand on me would pay the price.
From then on, whenever Anna bullied me, he forced her to apologize.
Whenever Mother humiliated me, he silenced her.
Whenever Bruce mocked me, he ruined all his businesses.
I had never been treated so well before, and I fell completely for him.
Three months later, I walked down the aisle in a white wedding dress.
Nolan spoiled me rotten, making me the envy of the entire world.
Everything changed when I was nearing my due date.
On the way to a family dinner, my car brakes failed, and I crashed. I was moments away from losing my life when Frank intercepted my car in the nick of time, risking his own life to save mine.
Everyone in social circles envied me — I had a husband willing to burn himself to ashes for me.
But shortly before I gave birth, I tried to surprise them and accidentally overheard their conversation.
“Anne is the only compatible organ donor for Anna,” Bruce’s voice echoed in the ward. “Anna’s condition is getting worse. We can’t wait any longer!”
“Do you think I don’t know that?” Frank lowered his voice tightly.
“But she’s about to give birth! Pregnant women cannot donate organs!”
“That’s exactly why we staged that car crash!”

As a bestselling paranormal romance writer, I've killed off villains, rejected cheating Alphas, and handed out happy endings for years.
Turns out, writing about betrayal is a lot easier than living through it.
I caught my fiancé, Alpha Kael Draven, in bed with my stepsister. They expected tears, screaming, maybe a dramatic slap or two.
I gave them a smile instead.
Nothing bruises a cheating Alpha's ego faster than realizing his mate doesn't care enough to fight over him.
Just when I thought I'd survived the worst day of my life, the most feared Lycan in the country arrived at our pack, and suddenly everyone forgot about the affair and started acting like I was the real problem.
Now my cheating fiancé won't let me out of his sight, my delusional stepsister is determined to steal a title that was never hers, and a dangerous Lycan keeps looking at me like he's been waiting for me his entire life.
The funny thing?
I've written this story before.
Or... at least I thought I had.
Because this one refuses to follow my plot, the characters won't obey me, and I'm beginning to suspect the Moon Goddess never bothered reading my books.
If this is fate's idea of a romance, she seriously needs a better editor.

“Are you not… mad at me?” I asked breathlessly. “That I’m a girl?”

He gripped both sides of my arms. His eyes scanned my face as he cupped both sides of my face tightly between his hands. “I don’t care… I don’t care that you lied… I love you either way,” he panted and pressed his lips against mine.

My hockey stick landed against the ice with a loud clank as I began to kiss him back.

He didn’t hate me anymore.

William didn’t hate me anymore!!


Daphne Sinclair is an obsessed fan of a hockey player, William Hollander. When William suddenly announces that he would quit hockey after high school, Daphne gets a crazy idea.

She would attend William’s high school, dressed like a boy, and try to get into the school’s hockey team. This way she would be close to William and try to get him to keep playing.

Will Daphne’s plan work?

Will she get into the team, or will the school figure out that she is a woman and send her away before she even gets a chance to carry out her plan?

I used to think I had the perfect family.
My husband Nico started coming home less and less, always saying he had a meeting. But the truth was, he had another woman, Alessia. And it had been going on for a while.
The affair I could've handled. What really killed me was that my son Leo and my daughter Mia had known all along. They'd even started calling his mistress "Mom."
They thought I was clueless. But I'd known for months, his assistant had told me everything.
I tried so hard to win them back. I did more for them, cared more, tried harder. But they kept choosing Alessia.
That day, I stopped trying.
They could all have each other—Nico, Alessia, Leo, Mia.
I hoped they'd be happy together.

For seven years of marriage, I don't dare make a sound around my husband.
All because he can hear everyone's voices—everyone's except mine. He says he's allergic to mine.
I've tried everything to change my voice—even had vocal cord surgery.
But no matter how hard I tried—every time he'd just cover his ears like I was hurting him.
I've cried myself to sleep so many times, feeling guilty.
Until our son's birthday.
Standing by our front door, our little boy grinned up at his dad and asked, "Dad, can I pretend to be allergic to mom's voice too? Just like you?"

My husband, Victor Falcone, was a mafia godfather whose very name makes the entire underworld tremble.
A year ago, he barely survived an assassination attempt. The trauma gave him severe amnesia, completely wiping out the three months we spent keeping each other alive in the slums.
When he woke up, he was a different man—cold and ruthless. He treated my stepsister like his untouchable first love, spoiling her rotten.
And me, his legal wife? In his eyes, I was just a greedy, desperate woman who wouldn't take a hint.
"Drop the cheap pity act," he’d sneer. "You’re not worth a single hair on Lilia’s head."
Even so, I chose to stay by his side, desperate to spark his memory.
Until today. A rival cartel tied me and his precious "angel" to iron pillars on an abandoned pier.
Beneath our feet is a raging, pitch-black ocean. A thug has the ice-cold barrel of a gun pressed hard against my temple.
Which one of us will he choose?

After the wedding, my husband moved his dead fiancée's mother into our guest room. The whole town called it the kindest thing they'd ever seen.
Every morning, Dione made me a green smoothie. Her grandmother's recipe, she said. Good for the nerves.
I never drank a single one. I poured them all into the chicken feed.
In my last life, I drank them. One a day, for thirty days.
Then I started losing time. I would blink at breakfast and come back at dinner. I found notes in my own handwriting that I never wrote.
I begged Julian to take me to a doctor. He held my shoulders and smiled. "You're just tired, baby. Drink your smoothie."
On the thirtieth night, I fell asleep in my own bed, in my own body.
I never woke up. Someone else did.
This time, every glass went to Nugget, the smallest of my backyard hens.
And one night, a hen crowed in my backyard.
Hens don't crow. And we don't have a rooster.