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"Be my submissive Andrea and I will pay off your debts"
She was about to be dragged away by a ruthless mafia gang—sold into a life of submission to repay a debt she never owed. Then he stepped in.
One week to pay off the debt of her dead father or become a s*x slave for a powerful mafia gang?
Andrea, a struggling college dropout, never imagined her late father had signed her off as collateral to the mafia. Desperate, she turned to her billionaire boyfriend for help—only to be coldly dumped. Heartbroken and hopeless, one reckless night at a club led to a fiery one-night stand with a masked, older stranger who stirred something in her she couldn't forget.
Days later, the mafia came to collect. And just as she thought it was over, the masked man reappeared.
His offer? Submit to him for one year. No face. No names. No strings attached.
She agreed.
What she didn't know? He was her ex-boyfriend's father. And he had been obsessed with her from the moment he first saw her.
Now trapped in a world of secrets, control, and forbidden desire, Andrea must decide: will she fight for her freedom, or surrender to the man who owns her body—and just might steal her heart?

•Honoria•

I embarrassed the star quarterback of Thorpecan Prepratory high and I know he wants revenge.

Kayden Lachlan was the golden bad boy. A star athlete, with a killer body and a face girls soaked their underwear for.

One sleepy night while doing my assignment, I’d sent the wrong file in. And everything went to hell for him when those embarrassing photos of his training days hit the school papers.

He confronted me and demanded to know why I did it, but one wrong shove resulted in a kiss that changed things between us forever.

His eyes flashed golden, and he vanished off my radar.

Now Kayden won’t even look at me, despite the fact that it seems like he can’t stay away from me.

I know that kiss meant something he’s hiding.

And I’m done being kept in the dark.

•Kayden•

I kissed Honoria Greyheart by accident, and the mate bond locked into place like lightning.

In the span of a single second, our fates changed forever.

But she’s human, hates my guts and has no idea what that kiss just did to the both of us.

One touch of her lips and she became mine permanently.

She doesn’t know I’m a werewolf. She doesn’t know our laws. And she doesn’t know she’s tied to me for life now.

I should tell her the truth of what she is to me now.

But if I do, she’ll run.

And I’m not sure if i’m quite ready to let her go yet.

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Honoria Greyheart has one plan.

Graduate, save enough money, and disappear somewhere no one knows her name.

Kayden Lachlan is the last complication she needs.

He's arrogant, untouchable, and the reason her life has been falling apart for the last six months. She wants nothing to do with him.

Then one accidental locker room kiss alters her reality in a way she never expected.

Because in werewolf law, a kiss like theirs means everything.

Honoria thinks it was just an accident. Kayden knows it was anything but.

And somewhere between the truth he's keeping and the secret she doesn't know she's carrying, two people who were supposed to be enemies are going to have to figure out how to navigate the truth of what they’ve now become to each other in ways neither of them would have ever expected.

Does the Lycan Heir fall for the human girl?

Or will she reject the bond entirely, refusing for her own sake and preservation to step into the world of chaos and ruin that is Kayden Lachlans.

"Lynn, look at me." His voice fanned into my ear, sending tingles to the depth of my stomach.

I knew if I looked at him, I'd be damned. But he was too beguiling not to. His fingers trailed my chin and I felt in between my thighs heat up for him. "Don't you ever wonder?"

"What?" I asked. My voice, in a whisper.

"When we kiss again."

"Who said we'll kiss again?"

"We will. Don't you want to know if it's the same reaction as last time? Whether we could be better?"

I blinked and drew in a breath, the word no beginning to form .The sound never made it out as he closed the short distance between us, caressing my lips with his.

The sensation that shuddered through my body was intense. Even more potent than the last time. He stepped closer, aligning his body with mine. I met his assault with a parry of my own, clinging to him.

The need for him to possess me overwhelmed everything else, every thought, other than one. I wanted Leone Russo as I'd never wanted anything in my life before.

I knew my stepbrother was off-limits. Alas, that's why I have been trying to avoid him. Because these forbidden desires could get me into trouble.

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Lynette's mother announced she was engaged to an anonymous rich man. So even though Lynette doesn't want to be a part of this, she had no choice but to support her mom's decision. But what happens when Lynette discovers that her soon-to-be stepbrother was the crush she had in high school?

Although fate separated them. Will they break all odds and finally declare their feeling for each other? Or will they try not to risk it all and remain brother and sister?

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In the outskirt part of Sydney , a place where the Mafia are the government. There was a boy called Calvin. He is a final student at Brimford university Sydney , Australia.At twenty-nine he has achieved what an eighty years man cannot.He is a handsome guy and has a lukewarm personality not that cold , not that warm. He looked quite harmless meanwhile he is the leader and owner of "Leo GROUP" the most popular and dangerous mafia group in Australia He is basically a solitary person and don't interact much with people.
He is also the top student in the whole school. Dorothy is a fresher who was mistakenly given a course she didn't want to study. All her attempts to change it were all in vain. To make matter worst the lecturers were all on vacation , the course was not an ordinary course. Accepting her fate she started looking for someone that will teach her the course. There was no one of could help her expect the lukewarm and isolated Calvin. Gathering all the courage she could muster , she approached him and told him her intentions.He agreed to help her but with a condition , he asked her to marry him. Will Dorothy accept to Marry him? What will happen to their relationship if they end up together since Calvin is the leader of a Mafia group?

He's Super Handsome, He's rich, He's heartless, He is nice, He has chains of companies and hotels.

He is the richest man in Las Vegas. He is Cold, Heartless, ruthless and Arrogant and he doesn't respect

or fear anyone, killing is his hubby. He's just 27 I forget to Add that he is a playboy, But he has choice, he

only go for rich celebrities.

Adele Clerk….

She's a 23 years old college dropout, working in a restaurant to save money for her sick mother

Operation. Her father is an irresponsible man.

What happened when Adele father sold her to The ruthless Nathan, just because he can't pay back the

money he borrowed from him.

It's not as if he used the money for something reasonable, He spent the money he borrowed from the

ruthless Nathan on Alcohol and ladies younger than his daughter.

My name is Noah Brooks, and according to my father, I committed one unforgivable crime…

I was born a girl.

Apparently, that means my older brother, Owen is destined to inherit the legendary Brooks hockey legacy, while I’m expected to clap from the sidelines and pretend I’m not the better player.

Yeah… absolutely not.

So when my brother suddenly can’t play for Blackridge University’s elite hockey team, I do what any perfectly reasonable, mentally stable girl would do.

I steal his identity.

Now I’m living as Owen Brooks, sharing a dorm with twenty sweaty hockey players, hiding in bathroom stalls to change clothes, praying nobody notices my voice cracks every five seconds, and trying very hard not to die every time someone suggests group showers.

Easy.

Except my roommate is Jace Donovan.

Campus hockey god.

Professional pain in my ass.

Certified menace.

And unfortunately… my brother’s best friend.

Jace has an annoying habit of barging into our room half-naked, stealing my food, invading my personal space, and looking at me like he knows I’m hiding something.

Which would be bad enough…

…if I wasn’t slowly falling for him.

Now I’m pretending to be the guy he’s known for years while secretly crushing on him like an absolute idiot.

Even worse?

He keeps getting weirdly protective of me.

The lies are piling up.

The championship is getting closer.

My identity is hanging by a thread.

And if Jace finds out the truth…

I won’t just lose hockey.

I’ll lose him too.

Sapphire Black, the future Alpha Luna of the 2nd most powerful pack in the region, has never worried about meeting her mate. After all, she has beauty, intelligence, and power; she has made a name for herself and every pack knows it. But, what's she to do when she meets her mate by chance with another woman in his arms?

“Alpha do you feel that?” Asks Ron
“Yea” I growl threateningly, “surround and close in on them now!” I instantly shift and head towards the invader.
5 minutes later we reach the clearing, the invader was a wolf. A beautiful mud reddish brown wolf. It’s big but I can tell it’s a female. Standing my ground I growl indicating I want her to stand down. Instead she growls defiantly and takes a defensive stance. I was about to attack when Ron links me, “Alpha wait! She has a pup with her!”

What’s one of the worst things in Witch Society? Being a Witch with no power. Unfortunately, that’s exactly what Nalani was. A powerless Witch surrounded by powerful people. Kidnapped at a young age, her life was filled with torture and pain. Until she found love in the arms of the strongest wolf in her kingdom. With him by her side, she hoped life would finally become like the novels she read, and he’d be her happily ever after. Only he used that love to coerce her into an arranged marriage of her territory’s hated Rival, the Mond Kingdom. His plan? Spy on the newly crowned Alpha. Confusion had stirred in her Kingdom as the Mond people were known for having no power what-so-ever. Stories had been told, claiming that they’d mysteriously lost it more than fifty years ago.

Upon entering into marriage with the spoiled Alpha Karyan, Nalani soon discovered that things are nothing like they’d been told. Karyan ruled his Kingdom with strength and secrets. Never allowing more than mere story to be told about his Empire. Although he was spoiled and expected his every command to be adhered to, he was still missing the most important thing in any Alpha’s life. The Printing. All but giving up the hope of it happening to him, he was shocked to find that his feisty new bride ignited a fire within him that couldn’t be contained.

Will Nalani report back to her jealous lover of the Inverno Kingdom? Or will the handsome Karyan melt her cold heart and cause her to mend a curse that still haunts the Mond lands?


“Who is this person? Why does she feel so familiar?” Confusion ran through his mind the moment he laid eyes on her. “I feel so strange.”
Her eyes lit up as she opened her pouting mouth to say, “I hate you!” Her words were dripping like poison.
The smile that lifted the sides of his mouth felt good as he replied, “Oh? Interesting!”

They said fake dating never ends with real feelings. They were wrong.

For three years, I loved my childhood best friend in silence.

Brooks Hunters was my safe place, my first love... and the one person who never saw me as anything more than the girl always waiting for him. The night I finally gathered the courage to confess, he introduced me to his fiancée instead.

Heartbroken, I swore I'd move on.

Then his infuriating half-brother—the arrogant captain of the university hockey team—offered me an impossible deal.

I'll tutor him to save his hockey career.

He'll pretend to be my boyfriend for six months.

One fake relationship. One simple rule: No falling in love.

Melanie Sinclair is a scholarship student in one of the most influential schools for werewolves. Having been bullied her whole life for not having a wolf, she suffers the same fate at Dalderia High School. After getting rejected by her crush, the son of the alpha king, and being publicly humiliated in school, she accidentally mates with his identical twin brother that same day.

Having her eyes already set on his brother, she tries all she can to break the mating bond; all it takes is to make the person she loves fall for her as well, and the bond would be broken.

Does she succeed in making her crush fall for her to break the bond?

Or will unexpected feelings grow for his brother instead?

Meridian is the daughter of the alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, but on the day of the moon celebration,
an event where the man she fell in love with finally decided to propose to her.
the Kingdom of Umbra, ruled by evil wizards known for conquering
territories, by force, invades her lands. During the attack, Meridian is kidnapped.
Now, with no memory and living as a renegade, she has become an expert hunter.
After two years of intense training, Meridian is appointed personal protector of the
prince of Umbra. Everything finally seemed to be under control, but two conflicts
torment her:
The prince of the wizards has an undeniable attraction for her. The romance between the two is forbidden, but resisting the temptation of his seductive presence is a constant challenge.
After an ambush, she encounters a mysterious wolf. He doesn't attack her. Instead, instead, its pale blue eyes pierce her soul, awakening disturbing dreams and fragments of memories from the past.
As she tries to unravel the secrets of her own history, Meridian realizes that her new life in the Kingdom of Umbra could be an imminent conflict zone. With a devastating war between the mages of Umbra and the Silver Moon Pack approaching, she will face an impossible choice: protect those she now considers allies or fight for the blood that still runs in her veins.
What will she do when her loyalties are tested?

Nathan was born into the prestigious Frostmoon family, one of the four ruling families of Aetherion presiding over modern technology and infrastructure.

Born with a golden spoon as the third son of the Frostmoon family, Nathan did whatever he wished and got away with it easily, he lived a carefree life without bothering about the consequences. His future seemed predetermined--grow up, graduate, manage a part of his father's vast business empire and lead a life filled with luxury.

However everything changed the night he met Bianca who was on the run from her father's mafia, he unintentionally saved her which nearly led to his death. On the brink of death Bianca who felt extreme guilt transfers her life core to Nathan, saving his life in the process but also awakening something in him, a power hidden deep.

Nathan finds traces of his mother's murderer from Bianca and decides on his new goal--create an empire, one strong enough to go against his enemies and stand his own ground, to gain the power required for him to avenge his mother.

This book is the prequel to A Werelion for Cat.

(Warning this book contains content that may be very sensitive to some readers)

Emma grew up in a world where all she knew was pain and abuse.

She had a mother who loved her but didn't have the confidence or self-esteem to stand up for herself or her daughter.

Emma's stepfather abused his wife and stepdaughter relentlessly, leading to the death of his wife.

Emma's stepbrother Leo didn't receive the same treatment as she and her mother. However, he grew up in a household with a man that treated females as worthless objects.

How will Emma survive the abuse that killed her mother and protect her daughter born from an unplanned pregnancy?

This story shows Emma's life from a young child to early adulthood and the struggles she endured along the way.

To protect my son, I spent a grueling year trapped in an underground bunker on an isolated island. Outside the heavy steel door, the scratching and snarling of the undead never ceased.

When our supplies finally ran dry, I risked my life crawling through a narrow ventilation duct to find water—only to emerge into bright sunlight. There was no apocalypse.

My wife—who had supposedly been "torn apart" by the horde—was lounging in a silk slip, sipping champagne with my head of security. And those monsters pounding on my door? Paid actors.

They had staged this entire bio-crisis just to lock me away and drive me insane, all so they could legally seize my billion-dollar empire.

Watching their smug smiles, I slipped back into the shadows. I destroyed the island's entire communication grid and emptied the only vial of a real zombie virus into their central water supply.

Since you love playing doomsday survival so much... let's make it real.

In my past life, I replaced my runaway sister Beatrice and was forced to marry mob enforcer Rowan Sinclair.
She thought he was poor with no future, so she ran. My parents didn't even tell me before sending me in her place.
Rowan knew the truth. He carried it like shame, never truly seeing me—only cold stares and silent contempt. I spent years beside him like an unwanted ghost, carefully managing his world while he rose from despised smuggler to feared godfather.
Then his attitude began to change.
Just when I thought we might have a real future, Beatrice returned with tears and lies, claiming I'd stolen her place. Rowan believed her. My parents betrayed me. Everyone chose her.
When a rival family captured us both, guns to our heads, only one could survive.
Rowan pulled Beatrice into his arms and abandoned me without a glance.
They tortured me for three days. The baby in my womb died first. Its father never knew it existed.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back to that afternoon before it all began.

My labor pains flaring violently the same day my husband’s widowed sister-in-law, Nancy, went into labor.
Nancy tricked everyone into believing I carried a girl while she bore the heir son.
Obsessed with securing the inheritance for Nancy’s fake male child, Rowdy locked me inside a hospital morgue cold storage, transferring all doctors, blood reserves and emergency gear to her VIP ward.
I knelt on icy ground, begging him to spare our baby and swore to renounce all family wealth, yet he kicked me aside and called me a greedy schemer.
His adopted sister Gina sneaked down, beat me brutally and injected a high-dose labor suppressant straight into my womb to stall my delivery.
It was only after Nancy delivered her baby that Rowdy belatedly remembered I was also stuck in labor downstairs.
Before he could head down to the basement, his panicked subordinate rushed in and cried, “Boss, Awful!—your wife and your son are died!”

My husband thinks a "tragic surgical accident" left me completely blind. Now, he's moved his mistress right into our house to be my nurse. They openly whisper about my life insurance while preparing my afternoon tea. They think a blind wife is the perfect prey. But are they sure I'm in the dark?

I spent fifteen years taking beatings in the Bronx hellhole — beatings meant for my mother.
She's a Manhattan heiress now. Chanel suits, a daughter on her arm, and eyes full of disgust whenever they land on my hollowed-out frame.
"You're just like your disgusting father. A sewer rat. You've always reeked of something rotten."
What she doesn't know: on that rainy night fifteen years ago, I wrapped my arms around that man's legs and let him kick me half to death, so she could run.
What she also doesn't know: the tumor in my stomach has spread. I won't survive the winter.
I'd made my peace with dying alone, quietly, so I wouldn't disturb the perfect life she'd built. I swallowed the blood rising in my throat and started walking toward the dark.
Then came the dinner party, a few months later. Her daughter shoved me off a second-floor balcony.
I hit the ground at her feet like a broken doll. Dark red blood flooded across her white heels.
I watched the color drain from her face. With the last breath I had, I apologized.
"Don't be scared. This piece of garbage won't dirty your eyes anymore."

Sophia and I fought over who would wear that emerald ring to change our fate.
In my first life, I claimed the emerald ring, thinking I would become a billionaire heiress.
That was until late at night, when I accidentally opened that underground iron door and he strangled me to death with a piano wire: "Your pathetic wailing isn't her at all."
Given a second chance, I backed away and let Sophia take it.
A few days later, she died in the ice cellar with her tongue severed. Right before she died, she let out a blood-curdling whimper: "A true devil is hiding behind that door!"
Waking up for the third time, we trembled in sheer terror as the ring was offered to us once again.
Just who exactly is the daughter he is looking for?

Three months ago, I was kidnapped. When Alexander rescued me, I woke up in a hospital bed with my clothes disheveled and bruises covering my body. What happened during those hours? I don't remember any of it.

A week ago, I found out I was pregnant. He held me as I shook and told me that it wasn't my fault. That he failed to protect me. Even if the baby wasn't his, he'd raise it. He'd still give me the perfect wedding.

But the guilt ate me alive until depression took hold.

Every night, sleep stays out of reach. Nightmares find me the moment I close my eyes. I've tried to end it. Three times now. Each time, someone found me just in time.

After the third failed attempt, I make tea and head toward his study to apologize. Voices drift through the door before I reach it.

"Are you out of your mind? Evelyn's your fiancée!" His friend sounds disbelieving. "You actually hired someone to kidnap her? Made her think she was assaulted? Just so Lily could take her place? Do you know how messed up that is? What that does to someone?"

Alexander's voice comes out calm. "Lily got sick because of me. Her dying wish is to marry me once before she goes. If I didn't push Evelyn out of the picture, her father would never let Lily take her place."

All those nights. All those nightmares. All those times I scrubbed my hands raw until they bled. It was all a lie. A setup.

For another woman.

I pull out my phone and call my father.

"Dad. I'll agree to the arrangement."

The rain glistened over the harbor asphalt the night I meant to tell him I was pregnant — to lay out all my quiet hopes for our wedding and our future. That was the night I was stolen away.
I screamed for help from a city stitched with police tape and hollow warehouses, where every thread of trust had already frayed. The man who should have trusted me brushed my pleas aside.
As answers began to surface, what we once called love soured into guilt, consuming obsession, and cold, calculated cruelty. Blue gemstones glint amid burned‑away proof, storm‑lashed docks bear witness. And I am the voice they will never manage to bury.

A horrific car crash left me paralyzed.
The doctors said I'd never walk again. With no family left, my Aunt Martha and Uncle Thomas took me to their isolated farmhouse.
They cared for me, promising their treatments would help me walk again. After everything I'd been through, I thought I'd finally found safety.
Until today, when the feeling in my legs suddenly came back—but something told me not to tell them.

My entire family betrayed me.

My husband Keith threatened divorce to force me into donating bone marrow to save my sister Berenice's life.

My parents slapped me across the face, screaming I owed her everything.

Thirty days in an underground lab, Keith wined and dined Berenice while I got steel needles driven through my spine daily.

When I begged Keith for help through the agony, he texted back: "Stop playing victim. Disgusting."

I died alone on day thirty. Keith arrived with divorce papers, ready for one final insult, but received a decomposing corpse crawling with maggots.

But when the truth came out, why did my loving family completely lose their minds?

For months, my stepsister Mia stole my taste, my nutrition, and my vitality with a mysterious system. While I wasted away to skin and bones, she glowed brighter, stole my career, and took my fiancé.
She thought she could feed on me forever.
But she forgot her fatal allergy. I turned every meal into her poison.
I starved her system, broke her perfect facade, and took back everything she stole. Now the parasite is dying… and I’m alive again.

I spent three hundred years winning Varen Ashworth's war. Bled for him. Handed him my army, my secrets, the healing blood from my own chest. He'd be nothing without me.
On his coronation day, he announced his queen—and it wasn't me. It was Elara. Some trembling, doe-eyed girl he'd pulled out of a Demon camp. He told me I could stay on as her handmaid.
I laughed, voided the contract, and walked out.
Because I've lived this life before. Last time, I exposed Elara. Saved his throne. He thanked me—then slaughtered my entire bloodline.
This time, I'm not saving anyone.
This time, I'll watch him figure out exactly what kind of woman he picked over me. And when his whole world comes apart—he'll be on his knees, begging the one person who could've stopped it.
I won't be listening.

Thirty-two times.
That was how many times Tristan had "tested" me during our three years together.
When I met Tristan Bennett, we were both hiding our true identities. He never mentioned he was the Bennett family heir, and I never brought up the surname Torrente. We were just ordinary college sweethearts in Ashborne City. He said he loved me, and I believed him.
The seventeenth time: driving across town late at night to deliver documents for him, I was run off the road and crashed into a guardrail, earning nine stitches in my forehead. His first words at the hospital were, "Can't you even drive properly? You delayed my business."
The twenty-sixth time: he owed money at an underground casino. He sent me to negotiate. A gun was drawn, and a bullet grazed my arm, soaking my sleeve in blood. The scar is still there. He never asked if I was in pain; he only cared if his debt was cleared.
The thirtieth time: he asked for my entire life savings for an "emergency." He turned around and used that money to buy someone else a new car.
I thought if I endured it all, we would eventually have a future.
Until he announced he was opening a casino and demanded ten million dollars. "The ultimate test," he called it. If I passed, he’d marry me.
I refused.
He immediately bought Aurelia Gallom a twenty-million-dollar mansion. Waving the property deed in my face, he said, "Vesna, I was just testing you. It's a shame you failed. We're done."
I didn't cry, and I didn't beg. The moment I walked away, I had never felt so free. He didn't know I was a Torrente, or that my father, Dario, owned the criminal underworld of this city. And he certainly never imagined that I would later marry Silvio Marchesi—the most powerful Mafia Boss in Ashborne City—and become the Donna of the Marchesi syndicate.

Wale never expected the world he built to crumble. One drunken night with his staff, Maya, led to a scandal that forced him into a marriage he never wanted. Behind closed doors, he promised his true love, Kate, “I’ll get rid of her in a year.”
For a year, Maya tried to win Wale’s love, enduring his coldness and distance, but he remained emotionally locked away. Just as he was about to hand her divorce papers, she revealed a shocking secret—she was pregnant. Wale, torn but still set on leaving her, abandoned Maya on the day she went into labor to be with Kate. In a cruel twist, a devastating accident claimed their baby’s life.
Devastated and broken, Maya confronts Wale with a chilling finality, “Congratulations, Mr. Wale. My baby’s gone. I want a divorce. You’ve taken the last reason I had to stay.”
For the first time, Wale feels something he’s never experienced—fear. Fear of losing the woman he dismissed for so long. But now, as Maya walks away, he’s faced with the hardest question of all; is it too late to win back the woman he pushed away? And even if he tries, can Maya ever forgive him for the pain he’s caused?

I thought I was a powerless human in a school full of witches, heirs, and monsters.
Until a black magician tried to kill me.
Until my blood awakened.
Until the boy with phoenix fire knelt bleeding in my arms—and I brought him back from death.
Now everyone wants my secret.
And someone wants me dead.

When the zombie apocalypse hit, my elder brother shoved me into a horde of the undead. Now, I've been reborn exactly five days before the end of the world, and he's trying to scam me out of my winning lottery ticket with a beat-up old ring. What he doesn't know is that this ring is a genuine pocket dimension artifact. He thinks he's pulling the ultimate con, completely unaware that I'm going to use this very relic to forge my own post-apocalyptic empire. This time, I'm going to make them pay back every last thing they owe me.

After being reborn, the first thing my sister and I did was swap our grooms.
In our past life, my gentle sister Elara married Felix Hawthorne, the mafia godfather of Marconi City. Surrounded by a domineering sister-in-law and a scheming, manipulative other woman, she was slowly driven into a corner and died of a broken heart.
Meanwhile, I married the polite, illegitimate son of the Graves family. He was a perfect gentleman, but he just didn't love me. Our marriage lasted three years, and we were separated for two and a half of them.
Then one day, Elara and I woke up at the exact same moment—we had been reborn, back to the very morning we were supposed to sign our marriage agreements...

Six hundred years into our marriage, I found out my husband had a son.

I had ended my border patrol three days early, wanting to surprise Valerius.

Not far away, Valerius was channeling his exclusive magic, teaching a boy how to weave the darkness.

"Dad! I did it!" The boy looked up. His bright eyes were a near-perfect reflection of Valerius's.

My mind instantly went blank.

Dad?

A woman walked over.

She draped a small cloak over the boy's shoulders, her hand brushing against Valerius's chest with practiced familiarity. "Valeri, the wind is picking up. He'll catch a cold now that he's sweating."

Valerius naturally wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "My fault."

The image of them huddled together like a picture-perfect family was an ice-tipped needle driven straight into my eyes.

The sharp sting made my breath hitch in my throat.

The man who had sworn before the Senate to love me for all eternity—the man bound to me by a Soul Blood Pact—had already betrayed me!

A sudden, agonizing cramp seized my lower abdomen.

It was an old wound from six centuries ago.

When the Sunfire Curse nearly reduced Valerius to ashes, I had offered my high-born pure blood and my womb as a sacrifice to forcibly block the hex for him.

The price was permanent infertility, along with an excruciating backlash of pain I had to endure every single month.

Back then, Valerius had held me, his eyes red and tear-filled. "I don't want any children! I would rather lose my seat in the Senate than ever betray you!"

Yet the scene before me crushed those words into fine dust.

I stumbled backward, my chest feeling as though it had been ripped open by bare hands.

I was terrified I'd lose control and rush over to scream at him.

Worse yet, in the face of this cozy, happy family of three, I was afraid I'd look like a pathetic, unwanted outsider.

Suffocation gripped my throat. I turned and fled.

My adopted sister, Cordelia, conspired with her biological mother to harvest my organs alive, yet she had the audacity to claim I paid thugs to rape her.
My biological parents didn't bother to ask for the truth. They cursed me, calling me a vicious bastard, and threatened to break my legs.
My fiancé, Caspian, coldly announced the cancellation of our engagement, declaring he would marry the very murderer who killed me.
I had been dead for exactly three days. No one cared. My body was rotting back in a moldy storage room.
Through it all, my soul was trapped in the manor, forced to witness this absurd farce.
But what they didn't expect was that when they finally learned of my death—
Everyone went completely insane.

Fresh off the operating table after barely surviving a miscarriage, I received a $50,000 bill—every cent spent on a waterbed and aphrodisiac aromatherapy on a yacht.
 
I called my husband, the only other person who knew about that account.

Over the phone, he sounded gentle yet aggrieved: "Honey, how could I afford a luxury yacht? It must be a banking error. You just lost our baby; please rest well. My flight to New York is taking off soon, and I'll be right by your side the moment I get back!"
 
I didn't expose the deafening sounds of the wild party in his background. I simply hung up.
 
He thought his lie was flawless. He had no idea that as the hidden heiress of the Windsor Consortium, that priceless yacht, the Poseidon, was actually a coming-of-age gift from my grandmother.
 
I ripped the IV out of my arm and dialed a number I hadn't called in years since marrying beneath my station.
 
"Grandma, you were right. He doesn't deserve me. I'm going to the ship to catch him red-handed."

I spent seven years being Preston Maddox's personal errand girl.

Did his homework, took his father's belt for him, cut off every friend I had because he said he didn't like me talking to other guys.

I told myself that if I was good enough, patient enough, he'd eventually see me.

Then came the school's centennial gala. In front of everyone, he locked me, a girl with severe aquaphobia, inside a water tank filled to the brim with ice-cold water, so Vanessa Sinclair could have a pretty backdrop for her ballet number.

The audience roared. He watched Vanessa take her bow with this soft, adoring smile on his face. The only time he glanced at me was when he noticed I'd made a mess, and all he did was wrinkle his nose.

The water rose over my head, and something in me finally understood.

To Preston Maddox, I wasn't even worth as much as a dog.

If a dog was drowning, its owner would at least care.

Me? I just disgusted him.

To end two years of a long-distance marriage with my husband, Sutton Brennan, I quit my job and moved halfway across the state to join his top-tier medical center.
But from the moment I clocked in on day one, a nightmare awaited me.
IV pain pumps violently popped open in my hands, medication cabinets rejected my fingerprints, coffee machines sprayed me with boiling water, microwaves exploded in public, and the employee lockers locked me out entirely.
My colleagues laughed at me, calling me a walking disaster. The head nurse publicly berated me for being incompetent. And my husband, the man I trusted most, simply smiled his gentle smile and said, "You're just tense. Give it a few more days."
In my past life, I believed him. I gritted my teeth and held on until the bitter end—and ultimately died inside this very hospital.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my first day of work.

The moment I gave up wasn't when I found out my husband was cheating. It was when I heard my ten-year-old daughter laugh into the phone and say, "Mom's so clueless. She has no idea about Dad and Summer."

Ten years ago, I was a top biomedical researcher, making six figures. I gave it all up for his promotion and our newborn daughter. Ten years later, the perfect marriage I traded my career and youth for turned out to be nothing but an elaborate lie.

He called me his safe haven, then got in our bed with his mistress and discussed how to keep me in the dark.

This time, I'm not going to cry or make a scene. I'm going to quietly gather my evidence and call the lab director I've turned down seven times.

In the seventh year of being a stay-at-home husband, I discovered the son I cherished as the most precious treasure in my life was actually the illegitimate child of my wife and her male best friend.
To conceal the scandal of her infidelity, my CEO wife, worth millions, joined forces with her male best friend in a grand deception. They single-handedly destroyed my artistic career, transforming me into a free nanny raising their illegitimate child.
Upon learning the truth, I didn't lose my composure.
I calmly presented the divorce papers and the paternity test report proving no biological relation, then turned and walked away without looking back.
Later, that ever-lofty wife, the one who had once publicly doused me with ice water for her male best friend, was utterly consumed by regret and fury.
She kicked the scoundrel to the curb. In front of a crowd, she pressed a switchblade to her own throat, casting aside all dignity to kneel on the ground, crying and begging me to look at her just once more.
I didn't even blink. My voice was as cold as ice. "If you want to die, do it outside. Don't ruin my mood for coffee."

“I, alpha Ri Dylan, reject you as my mate, Mona Ryan. I have affairs with many women, Mona. Stronger women who are very different from you, I am not a one-mate kind of guy, and believe me when I say this; this rejection will favor you more than it will me because I am not the wolf you would want to be mated with.”

On her 18th birthday, Omega Mona felt the mate pull and was encouraged by her parents to go and meet her mate for the first time. Upon meeting him in the forest, he was devastated to hear that her mate was alpha Ri Dylan of the Lycan pack, the alpha that most wolves feared and hated. She then ran away and didn't say a word to him because of her surprise and disappointment.

“He's no good to reckon with, he's dangerous, he's not trustworthy, and he's the last person in this world you should have any business with.”
Mona has been warned severally about Ri Dylan. What will she do when finding that the goddess has arranged this big, bad, and dreaded alpha who rejected her to be her fated mate?

"Nathan," the attractive redhead gasped as the man raked his fingers through her long hair, his fingers gripped at her hips while he took her savagely from behind "Fuck me harder," she begged "I want you..."
Red hair, slender figure, and light makeup - these have always been Nathan's demands for Freya, asking her to dye her hair red, telling her to lose weight, and suggesting how to wear her makeup.
Closing the video on her phone, Freya Wilson reread the text on the email to which the footage was attached:
'Before you get married, you should watch this video,'

What would you do if you received the erotic video involving your soon-to-be husband and other women before your wedding?

In a bold move, Freya chose to reject her ex at the wedding and then leave the pack, even though the cost is becoming a rogue.

When Freya was taken in and offered sanctuary by the Highland Pack, thanks to her dear friend Sienna, she believed her life was finally on an upswing.

Little did Freya know that the Alpha of the Pack, Rufus Crimson was her mate. But there is one small issue, her best friend Sienna is the daughter of Freya's fated mate!

Will Rufus accept Freya as his mate, her being the same age as his daughter? Or will they have to reject each other?

"Please, no—stop!" I begged, but Alexander just snarled, pinning my wrists above my head as he rammed his throbbing cock into my slick, unwilling pussy, stretching me wide with brutal force. "Fuck, you're so tight, you dirty little whore—take every thick inch!"

I'm Nora Frost—wait, Nora Traynor—sold like a cheap commodity by my greedy parents for $100 million to Alexander Claflin, Kingsley City's savage billionaire beast. Post-wedding, he uncovered my secret pregnancy and detonated: labeling me a cum-slut, and snarling demands to slaughter the "bastard spawn" in my womb.

The bombshell? That baby was his—conceived in our filthy, passion-fueled one-night fuckfest. He melted, worshipping me with desperate love, vowing an eternal family... until a car crash erased only me from his memory—every trace of Nora, our child, our love—while he recalled everyone else. Cue his manipulative ex, Vivian Brooks, slinking in like a venomous snake.

And I caught them mid-fuck: "Oh fuck, Alexander, pound me harder—deeper!" she wailed, "Yes! Fill me up, baby—make me scream!" "FUCK YES! I'M CUMMING!" she shrieked, his roaring climax spilling into her as they collapsed in tangled ecstasy.

Devastated, I fled. Five years later, I return with our son—a mini-Alexander, with piercing green eyes and dark hair. When he spots the boy, realization dawns: this isn't simple. As buried truths erupt and Alexander hunts me with obsessive fury, one scorching question ignites: Will our rekindled fire heal us... or destroy everything?

She sacrificed a brilliant career to be his secret wife. But on their anniversary, he gifted his precious first love a $15M piano, while tossing her a dog-eared cookbook. In that moment, seven years of silent devotion died. The countdown began.

For thirty days, she watched his other woman move in. For thirty days, she endured his neglect and cruelty. She let them believe they had won. All while quietly securing the world-class career she once walked away from.

When the clock struck zero, she boarded the flight without a look back. He was left holding the empty life she built, finally screaming a name he never truly valued—into a silence she no longer cared to hear.