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She was sent to watch him.
Instead, she was claimed.
Valaria is a panther shifter bound by blood, law, and a future she refuses to accept. Dominic Kane is a wolf Alpha—dangerous, dominant, and utterly forbidden. Their attraction is instant. Primal. Impossible to ignore.
When their bond ignites, it shatters ancient rules and paints a target on Valaria’s back. To choose Dominic is to betray her king, abandon her pride, and risk everything for a hunger that demands surrender.
Because once a wolf claims his mate…
there is no escape.

Sometimes to find love, you need a little space. Bev Miller is shocked when she wins a seat on Galactic Enterprise’s inaugural space tourism flight, considering she never entered her name into the drawing. But thanks to her best friend, Bev finds herself at a spaceport, preparing for the adventure of a lifetime. Unfortunately, that includes Charles Michael. Handsome, single, and rich—he’s everything she’s cut herself off from. After her stint with homelessness, she has no desire to date someone who represents her old life, when she too had wealth. Charles Michael thought rising from rags to riches would solve all of his problems, but now that his parents’ bills are paid off, the money is nothing but an anchor around his neck. He reserves a seat on a space tourism flight in hopes it will help him figure out his life—to give him perspective without distractions. He didn’t count on meeting Bev Miller. Bev and Charles have only three days to shed their prejudices and learn to trust. Will their return to earth mean the beginning of a new adventure? Borrowing a Billionaire is the fourth book in the Borrowing Amor small-town romance series. If you like quirky characters, sweet kisses, and out-of-this-world romance, you’ll want to read this unique love story. Buy Borrowing a Billionaire and swoon over Bev and Charles’s story today!

"I have this strong urge to kiss you." he said as his eyes flicked to my lips and then back to my eyes.

I felt my heartbeat increasing and my knees were starting to feel weak by his closeness. I wet my lips, "Uh...no one is around. There is no need." I said through the lump in my throat.

"I know, but I just want to." he said as he crashed his lips to mine.


Emily Samuels was devastated when she found her boyfriend of a year cheating on her. She was angry and hurt that she swore she would never forgive him. Logan has apologised to her and said it was a mistake, but Emily did not want to hear it. She also turned him down when he begged for her back.

Logan's plea for her has gotten consistent that Emily wanted him to stop, so she did something that she hadn't expected to do...

She kissed the school's player and heartthrob; Tyler King.

She only did that to let Logan see that she has moved on. Tyler, on the other hand, got an idea, so he strike a deal with Emily - To pretend that they were dating.

Spending a lot of time with the player has allowed Emily to see the real Tyler. Would their fake-dating be just that; fake? Or would it turn out to be real?

She wanted freedom. She got a fiancé instead. Melinda Garrett has been stuck managing her parents' diner for over a decade, with no end in sight. When her younger sister gets engaged, Melinda reluctantly agrees to attend the wedding with her friend, Daniel. But when the pressure is on, she claims he is her fiancé, in hopes that her parents’ opinion of selling the diner will change. Daniel Armstrong isn’t the kind of guy a girl takes home to meet her parents, but when he offers to attend a wedding as Melinda’s date, he finds himself labeled as her future spouse. Now, challenges lie around every corner, testing Melinda’s claim that she and Daniel are in love. With every touch and fake kiss, the line blurs between fiction and reality, and it seems inevitable that at least one heart will be broken by the end of the weekend. Borrowing a Fiancé is the third book in the Borrowing Amor small-town romance series. If you like sizzling chemistry, forbidden kisses, and sweet romance, you’ll love this romantic comedy. Grab Borrowing a Fiancé to read this laugh-out-loud romance today!

A lady runs into a forest holding her newborn baby while being chased by vampires because of her smell while her lover is fighting with the other vampire who wants to kill her. Until the lady noticed a house not far away, she did not hesitate to enter so that she can hide. 'who are you?" Elena asked in shock to the woman who suddenly entered her home while she was resting. 'Im sorry friend, please help us even if it's just my daughter, hide her from those who are chasing us" she explained breathlessly. 'You are a mortal !! How did you get in here?" Elena asked again confused. She make a barrier to protect herself from vampires only a witch like her can passsed trough it. 'p-Iease help my daughter I don't know how to answer your question. I lost too much blood already and I don't think I can live long. Please take care of my child and don't leave her. I beg you" the lady sighed before kneeling to hold her child properly. 'alright, if that's what you want" Elena said pityingly "my child you are the sole heir of all my property in our family I will give you a peaceful life even if I am not by your side, take care of this necklace because it will prove that you are the daughter of Alexandra Gonzaga take care of yourself I love you so much and im sorry if I cant be with you. ' Alexandra instructed her daughter before she handed her child to Elena she"s crying non stop. 'Go to the address written on this paper, I beg you to take care of her and please don't let her near to vampires. Thank you very much someday I can pay you for this". Alexandra weakedly closed her eyes with a smile on her face because she knew there was someone who willtakecare of her baby for her. While Elena pack her things and carried the child as she hurriedly left her house using the portal she had made . But she decided that she will take care of this child for a while because no one can protect her in human world except her.

Jessica, a poor girl was opportuned to attend a billionaire campus through a scholarship scheme. She got there and was bullied for her poor appearance. Ray, the finest and the richest boy on the campus would never stop bullying her. On the night of the fresher's party, Ray and his friends played a ' truth or dare' game where Ray dared to ask out the poor girl, Jessica, or else he loses his father's company. Ray was drowned in two conflicting choices.

Will Ray ask her out as the game says or give out his father's company?

What if Jessica doesn't like Ray despite his richness and cuteness?

Or is it going to be twisted feelings, mixed feelings, revenge, or a rare obsession?

Naïve heiress. Devoted wife. Betrayed. Everything she loved was a lie.
Iris had always believed that staying away from the power struggles tied to her last name would secure her happily ever after.
In her first life, she handed over her inheritance, her company, and her trust to the man she loved—only to discover he was selling everything behind her back.
Before she could stop him, her own sister silenced her forever.
When Iris opens her eyes again, it’s the day after her boyfriend proposed to her and she learns her father named her his successor.
This time, she doesn’t run.
She sets her sights on the very thing that destroyed her—the company.
To take control, she turns to a man everyone fears. Cold. Brilliant. Ruthless.
Nicholas Ashford.
He teaches her how to read contracts like weapons, how to smile in boardrooms while cornering enemies, and how to win without mercy.
But as their alliance deepens and Iris learns the art of power and deception, she begins to realize something far more dangerous…
Nicholas Ashford never trains queens.
Only pawns.

My name is Evelyn. In my third year working at the morgue, I unzipped body bag J-47 and found my sister who had been missing for three days—her chest cavity surgically hollowed out, heart and magic-infused ribs completely gone.

My hands shaking, I checked my phone. A text from my billionaire fiancé Tristan: "Babe, don't forget tomorrow's engagement dinner. Heard about Lily's accident? Already arranged lawyers to handle it."

I almost laughed. For three months, this Ivy League heir kissed my forehead every night, whispering how much he loved me. Yet yesterday, he personally supervised a live heart extraction—to save his dying white moonlight, he strapped my sister to an operating table and carved out her heart while she was fully conscious.

Using my witch bloodline, I accessed Lily's final memories. I saw her desperate eyes, heard Tristan coldly command: "Careful with the goods."

At the fraternity engagement party, Tristan announced a five-million-dollar settlement for the "tragic accident." The lawyer handed me documents—NDAs, death certificates, and a forged organ donation form with my signature.

I looked across the table. The previously dying heiress Chloe was elegantly cutting steak, her cheeks flushed with unnatural health. My sister's heart beat strong in her chest.

"Sign it, Evie," Tristan stroked my hand. "Life must go on."

I tore up every contract.

"You think money buys lives?" I slashed my palm, blood igniting the shredded papers. "Tonight, learn about real equivalent exchange."

Only then did Tristan realize he wasn't marrying some ordinary morgue intern, but the last heir of the First Witch bloodline.

He activated the fraternity's witch-hunting trap—silver chains, exorcism arrays, and my most trusted friend Mark driving a consecrated nail into my back.

But when the ancient seal shattered, when the primordial witch power awakened, I systematically ripped out the hearts of every fraternity brother, letting them experience my sister's final agony.

Facing annihilation, Tristan fell to his knees weeping: "You're the one I've always loved!"

I smiled coldly, opening the crematorium pit beneath the floor: "Want to chase your wife? Here's a real crematorium."

In the small, snow-covered town of Evergreen, Christmas preparations are in full swing, but far up in the surrounding mountains, a heartbreaking discovery is made forcing Melanie to return to the town that her parents called home.
Amidst the festive cheer, Morgan, a lonely Alpha with a difficult past, struggles with the weight of his loneliness. He yearns for companionship and family, watching enviously as others come together during the holidays yet he refuses to allow any of the humans that inhabit the town to get close to him, instead, watching from a distance.
After a second tragedy strikes as Melanie travels back to her parent's home, she finds herself trapped in a snowstorm with the lonely Alpha, forced to hole up in his isolated Cabin to wait out the storm.
As they find themselves growing closer, Morgan faces a difficult decision with the woman who refuses to let anything dampen her spirit and seems determined to bring a ray of sunshine back into his life.
Will he keep her at a distance or will he finally allow her to break down the barriers he constructed around his heart long ago?

Madelyn Amenadiel's fate is sealed when the Moon Goddess mates her to Kieran Cormac, the ruthless pack leader responsible for slaughtering her family and burning her pack to ashes. Kieran Cormac cruelty knows no bounds as he brutally claims Madelyn's virginity, imprisons her in a dungeon, and only summons her to satiate his wolf's desires.

Fate had other plans for Madelyn as she escapes only to wonder into the rumored brutal and feared Lycan King who turns out to be her mate too.

Scared and scarred with wounds that run deep—the betrayal of her kind. Trust is not a luxury Madelyn can afford, when she finds out she is pregnant she sought to keep it from her new mate. But nothing is hidden under the sun forever.

What will Madelyn do? Keep the impossible secret from the Lycan King or give him the benefit of the doubt and tell him.

After telling him will he continue to love and care for her or cast her aside? When the power hungry Kieran Cormac finally finds out about his heir will he wage war against the the Lycan king in order to claim his child?

Two sisters. One man. A love neither can afford to lose.

Isabella and Mariah couldn't be more different. Isabella, the elder sister, lives a life of privilege polished, poised, and married into wealth. Mariah, on the other hand, knows the taste of struggle. She works double shifts, counts coins at the end of every month, and dreams of a love that will finally make her feel seen.

Their worlds collide when they both meet Eli, a mysterious homeless man who carries himself with quiet strength and eyes that seem to hold centuries of pain. To Isabella, he’s a forbidden thrill raw, real, and far from the sterile perfection of her husband’s mansion. To Mariah, he’s salvation someone who understands her loneliness and fights his own silent battles.

Neither sister knows that Eli hides a truth powerful enough to destroy them both. He’s not a drifter; he’s the estranged heir of a powerful billionaire, cast out after rejecting his family’s empire. As the sisters fall deeper into his orbit, secrets unravel, and loyalties are tested.

When the truth comes to light, love turns to rivalry, and desire turns to war. The sisters will learn that sometimes love isn’t measured by what you have but by what you’re willing to lose.

Three years after returning to the Duke's estate, I finally admit the truth: the phoenix I poured my heart into raising doesn't love me. He only spreads his brilliant tail feathers for the replacement.

I was six when traffickers took me, stuck in the slums for twenty years. A year after losing me, the Duke and Duchess adopted an infant from the church.

That girl became the new daughter, enjoying everything that should have been mine.

When they found me at twenty-six, my parents looked at me with guilt, yes, but mostly like I was a stranger. They loved the daughter they raised more.

I don't blame them.

Twenty years in the slums taught me: don't count on anyone's love. Only power and gold won't betray you.

So when he refused me for the third time, I went to the black market auction and bought a battered wolf slave.

The phoenix finally panicked, feathers flaring, voice shaking:

"Master, you promised you'd only keep one magical beast..."

When Kaida Nyx is murdered by those she once trusted, she awakens in the forest with one purpose—revenge. But her path collides with the infamous Alpha Thoran Noctis, a cold, merciless leader feared by all.

Defying him should have meant death. Instead, her rejection sparks a dangerous obsession. Thoran claims her in fury, binding her fate to his against her will. Now trapped between her thirst for freedom and the undeniable pull of her sworn enemy, Kaida faces a choice: escape the Alpha who owns her, or uncover the secrets that tie them together.

As war brews and old betrayals rise from the shadows, Kaida must decide—fight for her destiny, or surrender to a bond that could destroy them both.

I gave up my dream offer to Cambridge just so I could follow my heavily bullied childhood sweetheart to Princeton.

Yet, the day before we were supposed to submit our applications, I overheard him and his teammates laughing heartily:

"Man, you deserve an Oscar," one of them snickered. "You actually got the Vanderbilt heiress to drop Cambridge just by playing the victim?"

"To cause a rift with my family for me, and to serve as my shield against adversity—what a foolish heiress, impossible to shake off," Carter sneered to his friends.

"Once I drag her to Princeton, I can finally date Lily without her getting in the way."

I didn't storm in.

I quietly shredded my Princeton forms and submitted my Cambridge acceptance.

Carter seemed to have forgotten one crucial detail: without my family's money, he wasn't a tragic prince. He was just a stray dog.

Everyone thinks that after ten years engaged to Alpha Grayson, I'll end up as Frostpeak's Luna. Then one night at a gala, in front of the whole pack, he hands me over to the lowest rogue he can find.

Someone speaks up for me.

"Alpha Grayson, if you're done with her, just let her go. Why humiliate her like this? She dragged you through three days and nights in a blizzard ten years ago. She froze her body half to death saving you. She can't even shift anymore."

"That rogue can barely feed himself. She'll go with him and suffer for it."

Grayson just pulls the crying Omega closer, disgust all over his face.

"She saved me because she wanted the Luna title, that's all. I'm sick of her acting like I owe her something."

"Watch. Give it a few days and she'll come crawling back, begging me on her knees to change my mind."

I don't cry. I don't beg. I unclasp the engagement necklace, drop it at his feet, and walk out with the rogue.

Three days later, Grayson will show up at the Fringe with a hundred guards to drag me back, screaming that I'm heartless.

"I want you, Fenris," Lyra whispers, "Wolf and man, all of you."
The raw hunger flashes in Fenris's eyes. He growled softly, his strong arms wrapping around her and pulling her flush against his body. They made love beneath the light of the full moon.
"I've never let anyone get this close during a full moon before."
"I'm honored to be the first," Lyra grinnes, "And a little smug that I managed to tame the big bad wolf."
Fenris chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest. "The night's still young, and I'm far from tamed."


In a world where dark magic and ancient beasts collide, a powerful witch named Lyra stumbles upon a centuries-old prophecy foretelling the end of the world. To prevent this catastrophe, she must form an alliance with Fenris, a brooding werewolf outcast. As they race against time to decipher cryptic clues and gather mystical artifacts, their initial distrust slowly transforms into a forbidden romance. With opposing factions of supernatural creatures hunting them and their own conflicting natures threatening to tear them apart, Lyra and Fenris must overcome their differences to save not just the world, but each other.

“You don’t know Adrian Kane,” the message read.

“And if you stay married to him… you might not survive long enough to find out. You haven't seen the worst of him yet.”

Sold into a marriage with the powerful and mysterious billionaire Adrian Kane to save her family's failing wealth, Evelyn is left to handle being a nobody at home and a decorative wife in public.

Behind Adrian façade, lies a darkness no one dares question… and secrets capable of destroying far more than Evelyn’s fragile freedom.

Just as she begins to accept her fate, the past she never truly let go of returns...her first love. The man who once promised her a future now stands before her again, offering the life she thought she had lost forever.

Caught between the dangerous husband she barely understands and the love she never stopped feeling, Evelyn is forced to choose.
But as Adrian’s secrets begin to surface, one terrifying truth becomes impossible to ignore...

Did she marry a billionaire…

or a criminal wearing his mask?

And when the truth finally comes out, will Evelyn stay with the man she married…

or run back to the man she once loved?

"Take me. Now, George."
As if he couldn’t wait a second later. Gently, he guided his length into her.
The feeling of him inside her for the first time, filling her up beautifully was addicting. Isla jerked up against him, spreading her legs wider and encouraging him to go deeper. She was already at the brink of exploding with the erotism of it all.
George let out a loud groan when he was buried inside her, stretching her to the max. Her walls clenched down on him, trying to push him out, but he wasn't going anywhere soon. Slowly, he started to pump, sliding in and out of her hot, wet and velvety canal.. The feel of her made him want to pound away with abandon, but he held back, not wanting to hurt her. He knew he wasn't eh...average sized.
Isla's heart had been shattered, leading her to swear off love forever. However, fate had other plans when a charismatic and flirtatious neighbor entered her life. Tempted by the possibility of love, Isla found herself drawn to him, unaware of the dangerous secret he harbored. This secret had the potential to break her heart once again.
In the contemporary romance novel, "Chaos: When A Billionaire Meets A Secret Agent," animosity and desire collide in unexpected ways. Readers will be captivated by the fiery encounters, playful banter, and undeniable chemistry between the characters.
Welcome to a world where love and fear intertwine, as Isla must decide whether to let her past dictate her future or take a chance on love once more. Get ready for a thrilling journey that explores the complexities of relationships and the power of embracing the possibility of love.

Everyone in this city knows that the king of the underworld, my husband Vincent, is crazy about me.

Three years ago, when that bullet tore through my abdomen, it took away my chance of ever being a mother. He held my blood-soaked body and swore to God he'd make the shooter's entire family pay. A month later, that family was wiped off the map in this city. No one dares speak their name anymore.

He sat by my hospital bed, holding my hand. "I don't need kids. I only need you."

I believed him.

Until six months ago, when his brother died in an accident, leaving behind his wife Serena. The family pressure came like a tidal wave. An heir. A bloodline. That's all they cared about. And that woman became everyone's golden ticket to keeping the Caruso name alive.

That's when my husband stopped coming home at night. Every night, I hear them through the wall. Sounds that used to be mine.

But today, the doctor told me my body is healing. The chances are slim, but there's hope.

I clutch the medical report and rush home, imagining Vincent's face when he sees the results. Maybe everything can go back to how it was. Maybe he'll realize he doesn't need her.

Until I stand outside our mansion and hear laughter pouring out.

"Serena's pregnant! Can you believe it? The family finally has an heir!"

"Finally. The family's saved."

He married me because I look like her.
For three years, I played the role. I cooked his meals. I warmed his bed. I smiled when he forgot my birthday. I stayed quiet when he left in the middle of the night to hold her hand.
I told myself it was enough. I told myself I didn't need his love.
Then I got pregnant.
He said he hated children. So I didn't tell him. I was going to keep it. Our baby. The only thing that was truly mine.
But my body had other plans.
When I called him from the hospital floor, bleeding out, begging for help—he didn't come. He said I was lying. He was too busy with her.
That night, I lost everything.
The baby. The hope. The lie I'd been living.
Now he's calling me. Again and again.
But the substitute wife? She's not picking up.

When the Manhattan morgue finally managed to reach my husband, Victor Hawthorne, he was in the penthouse suite, fucking another woman.
"Mr. Hawthorne, this is the city morgue. We need you to come down and identify your wife's remains."
"Identify what?" he snapped, his thrusts not missing a beat.
"Burn her," he ordered. "Don't bother me with her pathetic ploys."
He tossed the phone onto the nightstand, his focus entirely on the woman beneath him.
Then my body was pushed into the incinerator.
When I was nothing but ashes, the funeral home called him again.
Selena pouted, trailing a nail down his chest.
"Is Cecilia acting up again?"
"I'll go end this farce," Victor sneered, getting out of bed.

Married for three years, my husband Luca never touched me.
His heart belongs only to that bitch: my sister, Wendy.
I waited for him for birthday, but he celebrated her winning the dance competition championship.
As soon as she returned to the country, he kicked me out of the company and made her chief secretary.
On the day of the divorce, I fucked him hard：Wendy would only get second-hand goods.
As a result, I got pregnant.
——
Luca thought he didn't love Olivia, but after signing the divorce papers, he realized she was completely different.
His ex-wife is irresistibly charming, he can't help wanting to kiss her...
One day, she suddenly disappeared.
He stood in the empty room, recalling their one and only time making love.
His cock thrust deep into her pussy, the pleasure so intense it made his scalp tingle.
Oh no... where is she now? He's going insane...

I hid my identity and pretended to be a country bumpkin by Christopher's side, caring for him and healing him. I never expected that the first thing Christopher would do after his recovery was dump me.

On the day my half-sister and I shared our birthday, he made a grand appearance at her party while leaving me to be mocked and ridiculed by everyone: "A country bumpkin doesn't deserve to be Christopher's wife. Go back to the countryside where you belong."

I just smiled. If not for repaying the debt I owed Christopher, I would never have stayed here in the first place. Any one of my hidden identities was someone they could only look up to.

No one expected I'd have the backbone to throw the divorce papers in Christopher's face, declaring that I was the one leaving him!

“Evelyn, I can make you feel more fucked and satisfied than your ex-husband ever could.”

As the rhythm of our bodies quickened, I groaned and grasped the hair of the man above me. Ryan’s hand gripped and tormented my breasts, his thumb teasing my nipple, while his other hand pressed urgently against my clitoris.

“No matter who you were in the past, you belong to me now. Only to me.”

——

Evelyn had planned to announce her pregnancy on her wedding anniversary, but what awaited her was only the betrayal and humiliation of her husband, Damian.

Evelyn chose to walk away and pick up her drawing pen once more, reclaiming her lost glory in the fashion design world step by step.

But Damian quickly regretted his actions. Unable to control himself, he called her, yet the person who answered was not Evelyn—

“Hello, I am her current husband. You are interrupting us having sex.”

——

Evelyn thought she would never love anyone again. But the mysterious and powerful man known as Mr. K, who pulled her from the abyss, provokes her senses and challenges her emotional boundaries again and again.

Aurelia has spent three years in a loveless marriage, holding on to a man who was already slipping away. She thinks it can't get worse until his first love returns.
He divorces her without hesitation. He doesn't know she's pregnant. Alone, heartbroken, and with nowhere to go, Aurelia is hit by a car.
She wakes up to three powerful billionaire brothers claiming her as their long-lost sister, and they take her away from the life that broke her.
Five years later, Aurelia is no longer the woman he abandoned. She runs AURELIA, a global luxury fashion empire. Untouchable, cold, and emotionally closed off.
So when her ex-husband walks back into her life, begging for another chance, she doesn't hesitate. "Unless it's business, you don't exist to me."
And when he discovers he has a son, he tries to claim him. The child looks at him without recognition and says, "My father is dead. I only have my mummy and my uncles."
For the first time, Dominic is forced to face the full weight of what he lost. Now, the man who once threw her away is the one begging to stay. But Aurelia doesn't believe in second chances. And this time, walking away might not be his choice.

"I want to know," Marissa said, one hand resting on her stomach, her smile dripping with triumph, "if you'll be here to watch me give Bryce the child you never could."
Rachel's world shattered.
For three years, she had been the perfect Mrs. Voss, gentle, obedient, and endlessly devoted. She believed love could soften Bryce's cold heart... until he walked in with his pregnant mistress and erased her without a second thought.
Declared infertile. Branded a burden. Cast aside like she meant nothing.
When Bryce demanded a divorce, Rachel asked for just fourteen days. Fourteen days to hold onto the life she had built, to pretend her marriage hadn't already died.
He didn't hesitate. He didn't care.
But the moment she hit rock bottom, another man stepped in.
"A contract marriage," he said, his gaze dark with intent. "One year. You become my wife... and I'll make him beg for the woman he threw away."
Dangerous. Ruthless. A man who doesn't love, only claims.
"Unlike Bryce," he murmured, stepping closer, "I don't discard what belongs to me."
This time, Rachel won't beg to be chosen.
She'll rise. She'll take everything they stripped from her. And she'll become a woman Bryce Voss can never touch again.
So when he finally realizes the truth... when he's the one begging at her feet...
Will she walk away or make him suffer the way he made her break?

The night I asked for a divorce, my husband—the one who swore he loved someone else—begged me to stay.

His hands gripped my waist. His breath burned against my neck.
“Who is the man?”

I tried to push him away. He only pulled me closer.
“Can he make you feel this good?”

Three years of marriage. I thought I could warm his cold heart.
Then his ex came back. And I became the villain.

He forced me to apologize to her. Never once questioned her lies.
So I signed the papers and walked out.

Now? I’m successful. Beautiful. The one he can’t have.
He kneels in front of me with a diamond ring.
“Let’s remarry.”

I smile—and turn to the man who saved me when I was a child.
He’s been waiting for years.

Let my ex kneel there forever.

The day I disappeared, everyone thought I went on a "recovery trip overseas." Only she knew that I was in her basement—being drugged, tied up, and forced to work, living as a tool, relying on the threat that "someone outside wants to kill you."

I helped her refine her perfume formula to the point where it could be launched on the stock exchange, and she immediately wanted to "fire" me: she poured cement into my house during a torrential downpour, hoping I would die in a hallucination.

But I didn't die, and I even managed to recover my memories piece by piece.

The moment the stock exchange rang, I cut off the live stream signal, exposing the recordings, evidence, and transaction records on the spot. She went from a genius entrepreneur to a public enemy, and her default on buybacks ballooned to billions.

Only then did she come after me: kneeling, begging for forgiveness, risking her life to block cars, and finally collapsing in a hospital bed waiting for my forgiveness.

The agony of flesh being torn apart still burned in my memory.
But I had been reborn.
I tremblingly touched the face in the mirror. Whole, unmarked. Was this real?
Just moments ago I had been struggling on death's edge, and now I stood in an 18-year-old body. Everything felt too surreal.
The entire pack still thought I was that naive Elena, forever living in the shadow of my pureblood sister Sarah. They didn't know I had seen the darkest truth.
The door suddenly burst open, and Sarah walked in carrying a cup of hot tea.
"Elena, don't stress yourself." Her voice carried an air of superiority. "Given your... situation, the Moon Goddess would be more forgiving."
Looking at her flawless smile, I was nearly sick to my stomach. This face, this expression—I had witnessed it countless times in my past life.
"About fated mates and all..." Sarah gently stroked my shoulder. "It's not something you absolutely have to follow. If you find Alpha Lucas too domineering, choosing a gentler Alpha would be a good option too. I'll stand by you either way."
Stand by me? I nearly laughed out loud.
In my past life, I had been blinded by these very words. I had given up other opportunities and chosen my fated mate Alpha Lucas, only to become a tool to mask his true feelings.
The truth hadn't surfaced until Sarah's birthday celebration. When the rogue wolves' claws had targeted her, that man who had claimed to love me for years hadn't hesitated to push me toward the pack.
As I collapsed in a pool of my own blood, the wolf claws having torn deep gashes across my flesh, I watched Lucas cradling Sarah protectively while she clutched her belly in panic.
"Save Sarah! Quickly, save her! The child in her belly..." Lucas had immediately rushed her to the medical room.
No one had paid attention to me lying in a pool of blood. In everyone's eyes, only Sarah had mattered.
"It's all my fault," Sarah had said weakly. "If I hadn't gotten pregnant, Elena wouldn't have been lashing out in jealousy..."
What? She had actually claimed I was lashing out in jealousy?
"Elena, I'm sorry... I'll make it up to you in the next life." Lucas had given me one last look, his eyes full of guilt.
Next life?
You got me killed, and you still wanted me to give you a chance in the next life? Dream on!

My adopted sister, Adriana, hit and injured Hadley Brooks—the prized mistress of Hartwell’s mafia boss, Dario Salvatore—and fled the scene.
Don Salvatore gave us exactly three days. And so, my husband and my parents all turned their eyes to me: Go take the fall for her. You always know how to fix things.
I agreed.
What they didn't know was that on that very same day, my doctor had given me my own deadline: I had, at most, three days left to live.

On our third anniversary, I planned to announce my pregnancy, only to find my husband expecting a child with another woman
"It’s just for an heir," he pleaded, trying to trap me in our marriage.
Heartbroken, I hid my secret, served him divorce papers, and vanished.
When I returned to the spotlight, I wasn't alone. Beside me stood the city’s most mysterious and powerful tycoon.
My ex, crazed with jealousy, pinned me against the wall. "You are mine! Come home!"
But the tycoon pulled me into his arms, his gaze icy. "Back off. She belongs to me now."
In this three-way battle for my heart, who will be the ultimate winner?

Omega Lyra, once betrothed to Alpha Kyle, is forced to sew his new Luna’s wedding dress.
On the wedding eve, an out-of-control Kyle violates her; the chaos that follows kills the bride, and Lyra is falsely branded a murderer.
Kyle binds Lyra as his nominal Luna to torment her—for three years, she endures mockery and isolation, finding solace only in late-night piano playing.
His coldness and closeness to the late Luna’s sister Rhea shatter her hope.
Humiliated at Kyle’s birthday banquet, Lyra demands to end their bond.
Fleeing, she awakens hidden Alpha powers but is attacked by rogues—Beta Darren, who secretly cares for her, saves her.
Now, Lyra must evade Kyle’s family, find her lost sister, and fight for a place in the wolf world, turning her painful escape into a journey of redemption.

Three months. That’s all I have left.
For years, I was nothing more than his invisible wife—cleaning up his messes, enduring his coldness, watching him love someone else.
Now I want freedom, not him.
But suddenly, he’s holding on… remembering my favorite meals, guarding me like I’m his last treasure, whispering for me to stay.
Too late. My heart has been shattered beyond repair.
And with the clock running out, love might not be enough to save me.

"I reject you, Elara. You are wolfless, weak, and unworthy."

Those words were meant to hurt me. Humiliated by Alpha Kade in front of the whole pack, people expected me to run away and give up. Instead, I did something unexpected. I dried my tears, turned my back on the man who broke my heart, and walked directly toward his greatest enemy: Alpha Ryker.

Ryker is a nightmare. He is a scarred, ruthless warlord known as the "Butcher." He is cursed, dangerous, and feared by everyone. He needed a fake wife to secure his inheritance, and I needed protection. We signed the contract in blood.

But once I entered his fortress, everything changed. I learned that Ryker isn’t just a monster; he is a man in pain, and my touch is the only cure for his madness. As our fake marriage turns into real passion, a shocking truth comes to light.

I was never wolfless. I am the White Wolf—a legendary Royal with the power to command nations.

Now, Kade realizes he threw away a Queen. He stands at my borders, begging for forgiveness, ready to start a war to win me back. But he is too late. The weak girl he rejected is gone. The woman in front of him is the Blood Moon Luna, and she doesn’t forgive.

I was just the mate of the Alpha fated mate and the nanny to my child, not his Luna.
I dedicated my life to him, but he never loved me—this was all because I was just a wolfless omega.
Until his ex returned, everyone, including my mate and even my child, looked down on me. Everyone believed she should be the Luna.
I turned and walked out of the house, choosing to live for myself.
Three months later, I became the world’s most renowned white wolf healer, appearing on television.
Son (shocked): "Dad, is that... my mom on TV?"

“What are you going to do with him? Take him back???" Brion demanded, his gaze incredulous. "Take him back?" I scoffed, a smirk coming over my face as I stared at the picture in my hand. "I have no plans to do that, BRION. I want him to fall for me, then push him down like he did to me. I want to make him feel the pain I passed through in his hands." I got to my feet and threw the picture on the floor. "It's time he dances to the tune of his music," I gritted out as I stomped hard on the picture. *** A loveless marriage wasn't part of Nova's plans for the future, but a one-night stand with a stranger changed her life forever. Bound to a man, who only saw her as a means to an end, Nova tried to salvage the relationship. However, things spiralled out of control with the return of his ex-girlfriend, and first love, and the realization that Nova was pregnant. Her life was threatened, but she survived with the help of her secret admirer, who took care of her for five years until she was ready to stand on her feet. However, a business deal took her back to the country she left years ago. With her return, Nova was ready to prove to the world that she didn't need her ex-husband by her side, but Dashiell was desperate. Knowing how much he loved her, he was reluctant to let go. But Nova wasn't ready to take him back, not until she had made him experience the heartache of those years ago.

What are you waiting for Louisa? What part of this do you not understand? What makes you think in that fucked up brain of yours that I'll ever accept you back? You are a slut!
You betrayed me and now, you can get the fuck out of my life. Jenna and I"— he entwined their fingers together—" are a thing now."
"She's lying to you! She's manipulating you with her looks Alex! She's framing us, trying to ruin our lives!" I sobbed. "Sign the divorce papers now!" he thrusted the divorce papers at me but I bluntly backed away in pain.
**
" Louisa's perfect world crumbled when her husband, Alex, presented her with divorce papers.
The blow was crippling, coming at the very moment she had discovered she was pregnant – a miracle after three years of struggling with infertility.
The most crushing blow came when she realized that her husband has been sleeping with her best friend to hurt her.
Louisa was forcibly evicted from her home in the rain, jeered and mocked.
She's an orphan and has no one to turn to. Surprisingly after an accident, she met a stranger who revealed a shocking truth: she was the heiress to a vast fortune, left behind by her deceased parents.
Louisa moves on with her life and three years. She rose to prominence in the business world, forging a lucrative empire and raising her twins. She's cold as ice.
Then Alexander reappeared, remorseful and contrite. He badly wants to make things right and do whatever it takes to win her back..
Will she want him back into the lives of her kids?? Or will she give her heart to someone new.. Alexander's rival and former best friend.

I am Alice, the only heir to the Vampire King. Which means I had a front-row seat to watching my father cheat on my mother with another woman: the very servant paid to be my personal walking blood-bag.

By the third year of their public affair, my mother was handed a death sentence. Terminal Blood Corruption.

Instead of weeping, she ordered the Royal Enchanter to seal her medical records permanently.

"Lokui, are you insane?" the Enchanter slammed her fists on the desk, furious. "Hiding this from him? Dying in silence just to make a cheating man feel guilty is pathetic!"

My mother didn't blink. She calmly wiped the cursed black blood from her lips before turning to look at me.

"I couldn't care less about his guilt," she smiled, her gaze horrifyingly cold and steady. "I am going to use my corpse to build my daughter an unshakable throne."

The night I was reborn, my adoptive brother—Viktor Konstantin, the Don of the Chicago Outfit—was poisoned during a negotiation.

In my past life, I loved him desperately. So when the aphrodisiac took hold and he gasped for me to call Liliya, I made a selfish choice. I stayed. I gave myself to him.

She arrived too late. When she saw us together, she ran. Her plane crashed over the Atlantic that same night.

Viktor married me without a word of blame. Until a turf war when our enemies captured me—seven months pregnant, chained up, beaten bloody. I called him, begging for help through my tears.

His answer shattered me: "You want to live? After killing Liliya? You and that bastard don't deserve to breathe. Go to hell, Eve."

I died in that cell. Our daughter died with me.

Now I'm staring into those same drugged eyes again.

This time, I'm making the call.

When the fourth victim from the Chicago arsonist landed on my brother's autopsy slab, I watched from above, a ghost trapped in the room.
As the city's star medical examiner, he recited his findings with detached precision. "Female, twenties. Evidence of controlled, prolonged burning prior to death." He had no idea he was cataloging my murder.
Three days earlier, in that same warehouse, I'd begged into my phone. His fiancée, Harper, held it for me, her smile a blend of sugar and venom. "Call him again, Ivy. Maybe he'll answer for his poor little sister this time?"
A click. Then, his voice.
"Julian, please—"
"Not now, Ivy. I'm choosing our wedding rings."
The dial tone pierced the air. Harper struck the match.
Now, in the morgue's fluorescent glare, I see the blood drain from his face. The report trembles in his hand. Every measurement, every scar—they all whisper my name.
Oh, Julian. With every incision, you were reading my last words.
The killer is right beside you, already in her white dress.

"I'm pregnant," I whispered to the empty room, clutching the positive test while my husband zipped up his brother's widow's dress in the next room.

It was our one-year anniversary. I had spent weeks stitching a shirt for Alaric, hoping he’d remember me. Instead, I found him with Tazira. He didn't just ignore me; he looked at me with cold disgust, as if I were the dirt beneath his boots.

"I want her," he had claimed a year ago. Now, he only wanted to hurt me. He forced himself on me, using my body like a vessel for his rage, then left me bleeding on the couch to comfort her.

When the fire started—lit by Tazira’s own hand—I was tied up, suffocating in smoke. I screamed for him. I begged him to save our unborn pup. He burst through the door, looked me dead in the eyes... and turned away. He scooped Tazira up and carried her to safety, leaving me to burn.

That was the moment I died. Not physically, but my heart turned to ash. Through the roaring flames, I forced the bond to snap. "I, Elowen, reject you, Alaric Veylor."

He thinks I’m dead. He thinks he’s free to marry her. But I survived. And when I return, carrying the blood of a Queen he never knew existed, he will kneel in the ashes of his regret.

My daughter died on her seventh birthday.
I held her in the cold ward as her body slowly lost all warmth.
Meanwhile, her father—my husband Vincent—was on a mountain top with his mistress, making love to her all night long.
He said, "She’s just a child. There’ll be better ones sooner or later."
He said, "Camila, you’re the only one I love."
He has no idea that he’s killed the only soul in this world that loved him unconditionally.
After the divorce, I am no longer the meek Mrs. Lucchese who begged for his affection.
Funeral, scandal, a worthless bastard...
Everything I lost, I will make him pay for—with his entire family.

My fiancé and I held twenty-one weddings. I put on my wedding dress twenty-one times, only to crawl out of pools of blood each time.

Car accidents. Shootings. Explosions. Fires.

Everyone said I was cursed, that I was bad luck for my husband.

I was the only fool who believed they were accidents.

Until the twenty-second time.

That day, covered in blood, I escaped from an ambush back to headquarters and heard him say coldly over the walkie-talkie, "She won't die. Save Valerie first."

It turned out all the accidents were personally arranged by him.

He didn't love me—he just owed my parents a debt he could never repay.

So he staged disaster after disaster to get out of marrying me.

At the twenty-second wedding, I didn't wait for him to cancel.

This time, I was the one who called it off.

I looked at the naked stranger lying asleep beside me. Lightning flickered, illuminating his muscular body only in glimpses. He was covered in mud and blood, and though in human form now, he still looked wild and monstrous. I’d never found myself lying beside any naked man before in my life. He pulled at my clothes, and I let him rip them off. The thunder came closer, booming right overhead. We kissed with frantic passion and grasped at every inch of each other. One of the only normal human girls at the Werewolf Noble Academy, I was at the bottom of the social order from the start. But even worse than that, just about everyone at school picked on me for being fat. One day I slept with a stranger in an accident. He is the second prince of the werewolf, and wants to marry me!

Are you single? Or married?

I’m single ma’am

Why would a beautiful girl like you be single?

Well, I’d say it’s because I have to work hard to fend for myself so I could meet up with my bills. So I really wouldn’t have time for relationships.

Well, I want to offer you a contract.

What contract ma’am?

I want you to get married to my son and produce heirs for my family, he’s the only child I have and I wouldn’t want our name to be dragged to the mud because of his refusal to get married.

I’m a dying woman, I’m battling with cancer and I have just one year left for me and I wouldn’t want him to be unmarried while I leave this earth.

I’m ready to pay you five hundred thousand dollars monthly (500,000 USD) for staying with my son and a million dollars when you produce an heir.

What?

I looked at the naked stranger lying asleep beside me. Lightning flickered, illuminating his muscular body only in glimpses. He was covered in mud and blood, and though in human form now, he still looked wild and monstrous.
I’d never found myself lying beside any naked man before in my life.
He pulled at my clothes, and I let him rip them off.
The thunder came closer, booming right overhead.
We kissed with frantic passion and grasped at every inch of each other.
One of the only normal human girls at the Werewolf Noble Academy, I was at the bottom of the social order from the start. But even worse than that, just about everyone at school picked on me for being fat. One day I slept with a stranger in an accident. He is the second prince of the werewolf, and wants to marry me!

My name is kiven, and I found myself stranded on an unnamed deserted island following a plane crash. As the saying goes, "Great misfortune promises great fortune." At the outset, with a beauty in one hand and supplies in the other, watch how I create a diverse community on this nameless island. However, in the face of treacherous human nature and an emerging mysterious civilization, where will destiny lead me?

With a contract, she was forcibly dragged into the conflicts of a wealthy family. She was like a bound servant, obeying their orders again and again. For her sister’s sake, she endured it, yet she still wanted to fight back. After living under the same roof day and night, she realized she had slowly begun to develop feelings for him. When love and hatred became intertwined, in the end, she chose to run away.