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My husband suffered a massive heart attack mid-thrust inside my best friend.

Now, the ER doctors are clutching his surgical consent forms, waiting for me—the legal wife—to sign.

Over the phone, my mother-in-law shrieked in absolute despair while my best friend sobbed in terror.

I turned a deaf ear to them, taking my time to admire my makeup in the mirror.

There was absolutely no rush. Waiting until I changed into this pitch-black mourning dress to slowly watch his countdown to death wouldn't be too late.

After all, when my parents and my son, Noah, were lying in the morgue, I survived a dead-silent night exactly like this one, shedding tears until my eyes literally bled dry.

Now, it is finally my husband's turn to go to hell and atone for my family.

On National College Decision Day, my two childhood best friends announced they were ditching the Ivy League to follow a scheming charity case to a garbage community college.
In my last life, I informed their parents.
It worked. Their futures were saved, but they killed me for it.
"Let go of me!"
Hayes had my wrist in a death grip, dragging me toward the edge. Ezra stood behind him, hands in his pockets.
"If you hadn't interfered, Willow would still be alive."
"Now it's your turn."
Then I was falling from the stadium bleachers.
I opened my eyes. Decision Day again.

On our three-year anniversary, my boyfriend took me on an island vacation to see the ocean, only for a tragic accident to plunge us both into the watery depths.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at our college graduation ceremony two years ago.

When he stood on stage and announced he wanted to thank the most important woman in his life, my eyes welled up.

I waited for him to propose, just like he had in our past life.

Instead, he slipped the diamond ring onto the finger of the wealthy heiress who had relentlessly chased him.

At that moment, it hit me—he had been reborn, too.

I thought he was just sick of the crushing poverty we had endured, desperate to take a shortcut by marrying into a tycoon's family.

Going our separate ways seemed like the best ending I could ask for.

That was, until I stumbled upon him in a hospital corridor, grabbing a doctor by the collar and roaring:

"I didn't turn back time at that island just to let Daphne die again!"

Ryan Aldridge had one rule: he showed up for whoever needed him most.

The problem was, it was never me.

Throat swelling shut in the ER? He was unclogging Sloane Harrington's drain. Anniversary dinner? He left between courses because Sloane was "spiraling."

I forgave it every time. I was the cool girl. The understanding fiancée.

Then my studio caught fire, and a beam came down on my chest.

I lay there—bleeding, pinned, choking on smoke—and watched Ryan vault over me to carry out a woman with a sprained ankle.

"Jocelyn, come on. You can handle this. Look at her—she's shaking."

Something in me went still. Not broken. Finished.

I twisted off the ring with blood-slick fingers and let it disappear into the ash.

Then I disappeared too.

I was the unluckiest kid in my family—always the one pulling the black-tipped stick from that pretty little "Fairness Jar."
In our house, red meant new dresses, Disneyland, and a goodnight kiss from Mom. Black meant endless chores, lockup in the attic, and the kind of hunger that ate you from the inside out.
Mom loved to stroke my hair in front of the neighbors. "God gives everyone a fair shake," she'd say. "Riley's just a little unlucky, is all."
I believed her for fourteen years.
Until I had an asthma attack and died on that dusty attic floor.
The moment my soul slipped free, I looked down at the overturned Jar, its sticks scattered across the floorboards—and I finally understood why I'd drawn black every single time.

Kane has spent her whole life believing she was ordinary. Just a quiet girl with a strange past and a father who refuses to talk about her mother's death. But one reckless night-when she's bitten by a rogue wolf-something ancient stirs inside her. Heat burns beneath her skin; her senses sharpen, and a howl rises in her chest. A howl she was never supposed to have.
Aria is no ordinary girl.
She is the last descendant of the ancient werewolf royal line, one whose power was sealed when her human father's dominant genes buried her mother's legacy. Until now.
But as her powers grow stronger, so do the shadows of her mother's world. Ancient enemies awaken. Centuries-old prophecies whisper her name. And worst of all, there is the person close to her, one whom she had trusted, determined to claim her power for themselves.
Torn between a modern world she knows and an ancient world calling her home, Aria must make a choice: become prey… or heir to a blood-soaked throne.
Yet there is always a cost with power.
and hers may be her heart.

There has never been a female Alpha until Amani Constantine. She was once the future Alpha of the Bloodmoon pack—a pack that was completely annihilated under the order of the Alpha King. In one night, Amani lost her parents and entire pack, spared only for being the fated mate of Prince Malakai, the son of the Alpha King and heir to the throne. She despises the Alpha King and harbors equal animosity towards Malakai, who is determined to mold Amani into the most obedient mate. However, submission goes against Amani’s very nature; she is an Alpha through and through, but she is a wolf-less Alpha, unable to shift. Branded as a defect, a flaw, and an abomination to their kind, Amani struggles with her identity. When the wolf inside her finally awakens, will she stand by her mate’s side and ascend as the next Luna Queen? Or will Amani step into her role as the Alpha she was destined to be and seek her revenge for the slaughter of Bloodmoon?

Alexia, as the perfect Luna to her pack, was married to her husband alpha Damian for love, they were not meant and mate for each other. Alexia had never thought one day she could have the rebirth of her.
Alexia was murdered by her evil husband Damian and his later-found mistress Hayley, who also became his mate after her death.
One fortunate day, Alexia opened her eyes only to find out that she was back from the dead.
“Oh my Wolf, I am back from the dead. I can’t feel myself before anymore… I feel some kinda new powers inside of me” Alexia said to herself.
To protect what she had worked for, Alexia is determined to fix all of her problems.
By living again as a Powerful Luna, who cannot be oppressed by her foes but will be the OPPRESSION of them herself.
By drafting a whole new plan, she begins with the people who planned for the death of her previous life.

One night, when Alexia was running in her favorite woods, she met a huge wolf with silver eyes. This was the first time she has ever set her eyes on that kind of breed.
Who was this wolf?
How would she be the oppression… to her foes?
How would things go differently from the previous life Alexia experienced?

"Shift," I said again. "Before I break you. Last warning."
Long red hair spilled across the dirty floor. Soft, smooth, feminine skin replaced the fur. A delicate neck. And as her chest rose with a shaky breath, I froze.
Rounded curves. A woman's body.
"You're… you're a female," I said, my voice raspy, almost broken.
"Let go of me, you monster," she spat and even dared to spit on my face.
The sound that came from my throat was a dangerous growl.
"No," I said.
"You're a female," I whispered again, obsession rising inside me so fast it scared even me. "And you're mine. You're mine."
Rachael believed she was the last female werewolf alive in a kingdom where women had vanished—hunted to extinction, erased into myth. To survive, she stayed hidden in her wolf form, living deep within the woods.
Until one mistake led her straight into the territory of the most feared Alpha alive.
Eryx, the ruthless Alpha King with cursed blood and unmatched power, thought she was a trespassing male. One forced shift shattered that illusion.
She was female. And she was his.
Desired by all. Hunted by many. Trapped in the hands of a man who ruled through blood and fear. Packs across the land would do anything to claim her—to breed her, to break her.
And Eryx would slaughter anyone who tried.
Because she isn't just the last woman.
She is the spark that could draw other females out of hiding—and set the entire kingdom on fire.

I've signed five blood-bound annulment contracts with my mafia don husband, Killian.
Each and every time, he fed me the same line: "When this is over, we'll tie the knot again."
But every single one of those "things" was for the same woman: Seraphina Moretti.
We ended our marital bond for the first time, and I sobbed, begging him to tell me if his love for me had ever been real.
He clamped his hold on my jaw hard enough, enunciating every word coldly: "Elara, that doesn't matter."
When the second annulment rolled around, I was mocked openly at the family gala.
I locked myself away in the ensuite bathroom and sliced open my wrists; blood trickled along the tile grout.
My best mate tracked me down to find me trembling.
It wasn't the wound's ache making me shake, though—Killian was somewhere on the estate that very night, yet he never bothered to pop by and check on me once.
By the third split, I'd taught myself never to shed a tear in his presence.
On the fourth occasion, I even took it upon myself to ask him flat-out: "What sham do you need me to play along with now?"
He froze for the longest moment, said nothing at all in the end.
Now we're here for the fifth annulment.
He thought he only needs to click his fingers and I'll trot back to remarry him just as I've done all the previous times. What he did not know is this:
This time, I'm disappearing from his life for good.

In my previous life, my wife was addicted to black market gambling on football, which caused us to lose everything.
To make matters worse, a zombie horde then broke out.
We had no shelter and were quickly torn apart by a horde of frenzied zombies.
After being reborn, she planned to run off with all the money, then dump me and elope with her lover.
What she didn't know was that I had awakened the ability to read minds and knew all her plans.

She gave everything to a man who never wanted her—now, she’s taking back her life.

For three years, she lived in the shadow of a loveless marriage. She was the woman everyone loved to hate, the one who supposedly "stole" him from his first love. She endured his cold indifference, raised their son—who struggles with a speech impediment—in silence, and traded her own brilliant career for the thankless role of a trophy wife.

But when his long-lost love returns, she is unceremoniously pushed aside to make room for the "real" family.

Enough was enough.

After he publicly humiliates her and chooses the mistress’s daughter over his own son during a birthday party, something inside her finally snaps. She doesn't just want out of the marriage; she wants her life back. With a secret talent for design and a newfound resolve, she walks away from the gilded cage of his estate.

But as she rises from the ashes of her failed marriage to reclaim her status as a top-tier designer, he realizes the woman he treated as a disposable pawn was the only one who truly held his world together.

Now, the woman who once begged for his attention is no longer looking back. Will he be able to earn her forgiveness, or is he finally too late?

"You're just a convenient substitute, Lyra. Whether I'm marking you or fucking you, I'm thinking of Seraphina."

The four-year mate bond was about to end, and Dorian’s cruel words broke my heart. The alpha heir I had foolishly fallen for pushed me against a rough tree, his amber eyes burning with disgust.

"Now, do what you're supposed to." He unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect penis, hot and heavy, a thick vein pulsing along its length.

As he started to thrust his hips, I opened my mouth, taking him deeper inside.

I tried to pull back, gasping for air, but his hand shot out and clamped tightly on the back of my head. He shoved my head forward violently, the sudden motion nearly choking me.

"Mine," his wolf snarled. "You are completely mine, and you must learn to obey, whether it's sucking my cock or accepting my rejection."

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As the daughter of the murdered Shadow Pack Alpha, Lyra Nightfall has endured four years of loveless arranged bonding with Dorian Blackthorne, heir to Moon Shadow Bay's most powerful pack. She believed her rare healing abilities and unwavering devotion might be enough to win his love.

She was wrong.

The alpha treated her like a burden, counting the days until he could cast her aside and mate with his true fated mate, Seraphina.

But fate had other plans. Unbeknownst to Dorian, Lyra held the key to his true redemption.

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Hi everyone! My latest release, The CEO’s Runaway Mommy, is finally here! It’s a whirlwind of intense passion, heartbreak, and high-society drama. If you love dark romance, go grab your copy and show some love!

Lily De Silva had been married to the devilishly handsome CEO of Bradford Enterprises for four years, but their marriage came to an abrupt end when he asked for a divorce due to her inability to bear him another son. Reluctantly, she let him go.

Meanwhile, Grey rekindled his romance with his first love, Natalia, a stunning Italian model, and got her pregnant.

Months later, after their legal divorce, Lily discovered she was pregnant. Grey came crashing back into her life, wanting to win her back. However, Lily, now an heiress, refused to take him back.

Will the enigmatic CEO win her love again, or will hate prevail in the end?

I love you, Leo. Please… I’m begging you. I want to stay as your wife, even if you don’t feel the same anymore."

Laura’s voice cracked, her hands trembling as she reached for him. She didn’t care how desperate she looked—saving her marriage was worth any scrap of dignity she had left. But the man she had vowed to love forever only sneered, his eyes colder than she had ever seen.

"Stop it, Laura! I’ve had enough of this!" His voice was sharp, merciless. "I don’t want you, and I never have. Every single minute with you in this loveless marriage has been torture to me! Don’t you get it?!"

Her knees weakened, her chest burned, and her world collapsed in the span of seconds. But just as she thought it couldn’t hurt more, she saw something—someone—in his arms… someone who would change everything she thought she knew about her husband.

Why did he marry her if he never loved her? And what secret has he been hiding all along?

Find out what happens when love turns into betrayal, and betrayal sparks a dangerous new beginning…

Trixie had never doubted Daryl's love to her until she found a hickey on his shirt.

Mira had received an unexpected message from her husband to meet him at a hotel so they could rekindle their love, which she was happy about, but somehow she ended up in another stranger's bed, leading her to cheat on her husband.

Mira goes back home to meet a divorce, and not only that, but she also discovers her husband has been cheating on her with her step-sister, and they both tricked her into signing her inheritance over to them.

She was humiliated and thrown out of the house only for her to be saved, but her savior turned out to be the man she had a nightstand with, and he was proposing to her a contract marriage and a chance to get revenge on all those who hurt her.

Should she accept it? Could she trust him?

5 years later, she returned to New York City with her little Triplets kids for some business deals and to finish all that her ex-husband started.

EXCEPT.

"What the fuck were you doing with my brother you slut!" Ken yells, fury obvious through his orbs as he clenches his hand into a fist, veins almost bulging out of his forehead.

"Isn't it obvious?" I throw back his question, my lips curling into a smile.

"Dear Ex-husband, Why Don't You Call Me Sister-in-law?"

What would you do if the man you secretly loved, the husband you married, the one you gave everything to, openly shared intimate moments with his ex in front of the cameras, without a single trace of remorse?
"Sign it and leave it on the dining table when you're done. I've been wanting to do it for a while now, but I didn't want you to feel bad. You know I don't love you, but you keep on bothering me."
"What don't you like about me? I'll change. We can work this out. We don't have to end our marriage. I'll leave the room if that's what you want." I pleaded, my eyes mirroring my desperation.
"I spent the night with her. I've been spending a lot of nights with her. And I think I'm going to propose to her." A small smile crept to his lips as he talked about Sophia.
It was the first time he had smiled since he walked into the room.
But I was wrong.
Lucas was never going to love me. His heart belonged to someone else.


After being betrayed and cast aside by her billionaire husband, Lucas, Layla Patel vows to take revenge. But as she orchestrates her plan, she's forced to confront the past and the man who broke her heart. Will she succeed in her quest for revenge, or will the flames of their old passion reignite, tempting her to give him a second chance?

When Camilla and Raphael cross paths again after being divorced for five years, he discovers that they have a daughter together.
Camilla and Raphael are forced to come together to co-parent their child. As time goes by they realize that they still have feelings for each other. Will she give the man who once broke her heart a second chance or will they let her past stop their future?

Three years ago, when James's company faced bankruptcy, Anna sacrificed her inheritance to help him raise funds and fled abroad—only to be misunderstood as a betrayer. James grew to despise her.
Three years later, pressured by her family to marry for her mother's medical bills, Anna was bought by James for a hundred million dollars.
Consumed by hatred and obsession, James kept her captive, tormenting her one moment and tenderly caring for her the next.
Anna believed he would eventually let her go, but James had no intention of ever releasing her.
When the truth finally came to light, James transformed from a wife-tormenting tyrant into a wife-spoiling fanatic.
Anna: "James, where's that domineering CEO? Could you at least act a little dignified?"
James wrapped himself around her: "I'm not a CEO. I'm your husband."
Anna laughed helplessly, stroking his head. Fine—she'd spoil him then.

Synopsis
Charlotte Darclen, the pampered daughter of a corrupt tycoon, loses everything when her husband, Frederick Lancaster, reveals in court that their marriage was nothing more than a premeditated act of revenge. With her father in prison and her family name tarnished, Charlotte is forced to survive in the shadows, until a year later, a medical crisis drags her back into Frederick's clutches. Sick, alone, and penniless, Charlotte receives an offer she can't refuse: to become his secret lover. In return, he will grant her access to the only treatment that can save her life. Amidst perverse games, poisonous silences, and an attraction that refuses to die, Charlotte's heart is torn between the man who can humiliate her with one hand and caress her with the same intensity with the other. Because no one knows Charlotte like Frederick... or hurts Frederick like Charlotte.

Curfew night. Storm-black sky. My werewolf husband racing his red fox mistress through the no-fly zone like it's a goddamn game.

Ivy's wasted, craving adrenaline. She banks hard into my son's flight path.

Impact. Explosion. Metal rain.

Silas cradles his sobbing side piece while my boy's helicopter spirals into hell:

"Easy, sweetheart. You're breathing, that's what counts. Little punk got himself killed being stupid—not our problem."

Hours later, after they've hosed the wreckage off the runway:

"Roxanne? Your mother and son are ash. Come identify the remains."

I'm ready to burn the world down when my phone lights up:

Mom! Me and Grandma are at the underground fights. Holy shit, what exploded out there? Some poor bastard just got roasted!

They never flew.

So whose charred corpses are cooling in the morgue?

"Fuck me, Mr. Kauer."
His tongue finds my clit effortlessly. I feel my body pulse as his mouth moves over different parts of me. The sensation is indescribable, and he seems to savor every bit he touches.


Hana never imagined falling in love with another man besides Nathan. But on the night of her graduation, he breaks up with her, leaving her alone on the most important day of her life.

However, she realizes that the night was not lost when she meets the seductive John Kauer. The man is twice her age, but his appearance is breathtaking.

Hana accepts his invitation and goes with him to his hotel, where they have a steamy night of sex. However, when she believes she's living a dream, she discovers that everything has turned into a nightmare.

John Kauer is not just a stranger. He is the mysterious stepfather of her ex-boyfriend.

Now she will have to decide what to do with this big secret.

She broke up a 5-year relationship because he shot her parents. Two years later, her husband was kidnapped by his friends. Now, she has no choice but to get reconnected to her ex, whose charm she absolutely cannot resist and whose help he can’t deny. What will Mia do when she finds out the truth behind her parents’ death? Will she sacrifice her love for respect for her marriage vows? Or will she let go of everything she’s built to repay her debt to her ex?

"Sign these papers. Alessia, the love of my life, is back. Our marriage is over. Once you've signed, you may leave."
Why today? Why on our anniversary—the very day I had planned to tell him about the baby?
Alexander Brookes was once the golden boy of the business world, until Alessia left for Paris, shattering his dreams and sending him spiraling into depression and alcohol. Under pressure from his father, he married Camilla—a stranger—in a cold, loveless arrangement meant to protect his reputation. For three years, their marriage was nothing but a façade... until Alessia's sudden return ignites old passions, blinding Alex to the quiet love that has slowly grown between him and Camilla.
Camilla harbors a secret: she's pregnant, and this child could change everything. But when Alessia's jealousy spirals out of control, it leads to the unimaginable—a kidnapping that threatens Camilla's baby. Forced together by tragedy, Alex and Camilla must navigate betrayal, desire, and the consequences of their choices.
In a story of second chances, relentless love, and the ties that bind family, can Alex rise above his past mistakes to become the man, husband, and father they all deserve?

“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.

Back then, he was everything. He was my childhood friend, my neighbor, and my teenage dream. I used my chance to confess my love to him on prom night, in front of everyone! But he rejected me just because his type of girl was a supermodel. It was a ridiculous excuse.

Seven years passed, and I still had not become what he wanted. My life had become even harder. I was getting too old to remain a model, and my boyfriend cheated on me. Until one night, I met him again, my ex-crush. It was time to take revenge and make him beg for my love.

A golden opportunity came when my new boss at the agency promised me the title of supermodel as long as I obeyed him. Unfortunately, there was no such thing as a free lunch. There was something I could not control in this dazzling fashion world.

Did I really have to give up everything to achieve success? Could I have a brilliant career without sacrificing my romance?

Kimberly Anderson’s perfect life shattered the night she woke up beside a stranger—and a month later, found herself pregnant.

When her husband, billionaire CEO Ernest White, discovered the truth, his voice was cold as ice.
“Pack your things, Kimberly. I never want to see you again.”

Five years later, fate throws them together again—this time, she’s his personal assistant, and he’s her ruthless boss.
“I told you I’d make you pay,” he said, leaning close.
She met his gaze, trembling but defiant. “You already did.”

But behind the hatred still burns the desire neither can bury… and the secret that could destroy them both.

Vera Andres gave up everything including her inheritance and her arranged marriage in order to marry her husband Francis Coleman.
However, on the night of their third year anniversary, he betrays her and frames her up to get arrested. He also drops the bump of their divorce on her face, abandoning her alone in jail to face the consequences of his actions.
Unexpectedly, she gets released the next day with the help of her arranged fiance whom she had eloped from three years ago. Now, she is bound to get revenge on Francis with the help of Raymond Anderson, her fiance, who proposes marriage immediately after her release, and offers to help her get back her inheritance from her scheming stepsister and mother.
What Vera needs to do is to agree to this contractual marriage and have a child.
Will she succeed in doing all of this?

James Smith disappeared for five years and suddenly returned.

In the eyes of his fiancée Evelyn Thorne, James is just a scarred drifter.

At a charity gala in New York, just as Evelyn is about to announce the annulment of her engagement to James.

Suddenly, the Four Great Consortiums of New York, along with hundreds of billionaires present, all rise to their feet and bow respectfully toward the man standing behind Evelyn.

It turns out James, his true identity is...

I can't believe My dad will kick me out of my family to be a rouge. The werewolf world is very competitive but I never expected it to be this brutal from the moment I left my old pack border, it felt like deaths would befall me if I were a Rouge. It continued until I was half alive in the territory of another pack. Since I am a rouge trespassing is punishable by death but what if the alpha of this pack it's my mate .....?
Angus, Alpha of the crosswood pack. He is ruthless, cruel fierce, and a dominant wolf whose name strikes fear in the heart of other alphas because of his incredible strength and undeniable courage. When Angus found his mate in his territory, he was excited until he found out that she was a Rouge.

I was their real daughter.

The lost princess they found, brought home, and promised to protect.

But every time she cried, I was the one punished.

Every time she bled, I was the one accused.

When she disappeared, they said it was my fault. They tore my memories apart to prove it.

Fine , only if they stand where I stood, feel what I felt, will they ever know my pain.

By day, I was the ruthless Director of Finance working under mafia heir Silvan. By night, I was the secret lover he kept locked away in a guest room.
He gave me luxury cars, a mansion, and endless money, but never a title. I thought he was protecting me—until he packaged both the title of his official wife and my position as CFO, handing them over to Aurea Moretti, a prominent mafia heiress.
And that arrogant man? He casually tossed me a diamond ring like a handout to pacify me. "Titles are just an illusion. Even if I marry someone else, you’ll always be the woman I care about most."
He even had the audacity to offer me a seaside villa, thinking he could keep me forever as his underground mistress in another city.
Looking at his cold, entitled eyes, I finally smiled.
On the day of his engagement to the mafia heiress, I took off the ring and vanished from this city completely.

Michael Vitale had just been discharged from the military when a woman offered him a million dollars to keep him.

All because, after their one-night stand, Lucia Bianchi thought Michael's performance wasn't half bad?

The handsome Michael immediately turned around and transferred one billion dollars to Lucia!

There was no way he would ever be a kept man. If he hadn't noticed it was her first time last night, he would have skipped town already!

The next day, dressed in clothes worth just a few hundred bucks, Michael went to the Bianchi Tower for an interview. To his absolute shock, the female boss he was supposed to protect turned out to be...

Road to Joy
Join the members of the Dogs of Fire Motorcycle Club as they prepare for their Christmas Celebration. Revisit your favorite characters during the most festive holiday of the year.
Unwrapped
Christmas is approaching for the Dogs of Fire and Burning Saints Motorcycle Clubs, but rather than the usual holiday cheer, the air is filled with the tension of a brewing civil war.
The Gresham Spiders, a local 1% MC, is hellbent on expansion and both clubs lie directly in their path. Will assistance from an outside ally help diffuse the situation long enough to keep the peace during the holiday season?
Join Hatch and Minus, along with these two beloved MCs, as they celebrate the holidays and try to keep their clubs from splintering under the pressure.
Rocky Mountain Christmas
Mouse
There's only one gift I want this Christmas, but the closer I get to Kennedy, the more she pushes me away. I'll do whatever it takes to get onto her nice list, even if it means riding my bike all the way to the North Pole and strong-arming Santa myself.
Kennedy
I have two choices. Open myself up to a man who has the power to shatter me. Or run and protect my heart once and for all. The problem is, a murderous Douglas Fir gets in the way of my perfectly planned escape.
Is it a sign, or merely a roadblock on the path to finding true love?
And does a scrooge like me, even deserve to find herself under the mistletoe this Christmas?

In order to raise the surgical fees for my "blind" boyfriend, I dedicated three entire years to scrubbing toilets.

I believed I was his eyes, the sole beacon of light in his world of darkness.

Until his birthday arrived, I was confronted with the sight of that "incapable" man—who required my assistance even to drink water—coddling his ex-girlfriend while flirting.

"That fool is still busy cleaning toilets," he chuckled with a patronizing grin, brandishing my late mother's memento to charm that woman. "After all, she outshone you at Parsons. Let her serve me like a dog for three years—that'll be her punishment."

It dawned on me that my sacrifices were but fodder for their idle amusement.

Drying my tears, I turned and dialed the number I had blocked for three years—the one belonging to the fiancé who controlled an entire business empire.

"Sebastian, about that arranged marriage... I accept."

After three years of a secret marriage, my husband refused to pay for a life-saving surgery—
yet spent a fortune on another woman.

I filed for divorce.

He thought I would come back, broken and begging.

Instead, I picked up my scalpel again.

While my ex-husband looked down on me, I saved countless lives.

When my breakthrough medicine won an international award,
and the world’s richest man proposed to me,
my ex-husband finally lost his mind—
showing up at my proposal ceremony too late to stop anything.

I gave up my surgical career to be his wife. He gave our anniversary night to his ex.
Three years of cold shoulders, public humiliations, and a husband who believed every lie Celeste whispered.
I endured it all—until I discovered I was carrying his child. I left just divorce papers and an empty mansion.
Now I'm Dr. Victoria Preston again. The renowned heart surgeon they said I'd never be.
My brother helped me disappear. My best friend made sure the divorce was airtight. And I'm raising my daughter in peace.
But Nathaniel Preston isn't the same man who signed those papers.
He's seen my face on every medical journal.
He's lost sleep staring at the sonogram I left behind.
And when he finally finds me, his eyes are no longer cold, they're burning with obsession.
He says he'll win me back even if it takes the rest of his life.
But Celeste isn't done. She wants my child, my reputation, my life.
And Nathaniel's mother is helping her.
They thought I was the docile wife who would break.
They never met Dr. Victoria Preston.

What if the man who once risked his life to save yours became the one who destroyed it?
When billionaire heiress Victoria Hale is saved from a brutal attack by ambitious executive Ethan Cole, gratitude blossoms into a whirlwind romance. Against their families' wishes, they marry, believing love can overcome every obstacle.
Three years later, their dream life is crumbling. Infertility strains their marriage, Ethan's company teeters on the edge of bankruptcy, and a dangerous business deal binds him to another woman.
Just when Victoria discovers she's carrying the child they had prayed for, a devastating accident changes everything. Betrayed by the man she trusted most and framed for a crime she never committed, she loses not only her marriage but also the life she thought she knew.
Forced to disappear, Victoria begins again under a new identity, unaware that an even darker secret has tied her fate to the people who ruined her. As buried lies, blood ties, and long-hidden betrayals begin to unravel, those who conspired against her discover that some truths can never stay buried.
But when the past finally catches up with them, will Ethan uncover the truth before he loses Victoria forever... or has fate already written an ending that no amount of regret can change?

In high school, my ex only dated me because she needed a dependable errand boy.

I believed it. I tutored her, fixed her grades, rewrote her papers, and cleaned up every mess she made.

Then I overheard her telling her friend, “He’s good at studying. That’s it. Dating him is already me being generous.”

At graduation, she dumped me without hesitation.

Years later, I became the CEO of a public company.

Her company was collapsing—cooked numbers, broken cash flow, investors pulling out—and she needed one deal to survive.

She didn’t know who I was.

She scraped my car in the garage, then warned me not to cling to her, saying the CEO she came to meet was way out of my league.

Then the boardroom door opened. She looked up and saw me in the seat at the head of the table.

She thought I’d use this to get revenge.

I didn’t. I just opened her file and said, “You may begin.”

They thought that by forcing me to my death, they could devour everything.

My father jumped off a building, and I became a destitute young master whom everyone could bully. To pay off debts, I married into the Hawthorne family and became their sharpest knife.

After my father-in-law died suddenly, my wife immediately brought her childhood sweetheart into the house and forced me to divorce him.

My resistance resulted in a murder plotted by 928 × 213.

When I opened my eyes again, Chloe, who had been watching over me for three days and three nights, was beside me.

She said, "I'll take you away."

Three years later, I returned as a mysterious investor. The first thing I did was to buy the family's bankrupt old factory for 1.5 billion.

My ex-wife and I bumped into each other on the street; it was like seeing a ghost.

I smiled and stuck a 30 million yuan check on her forehead: "This is to repay the divorce fee you gave me back then. Keep the change."

The real revenge has only just begun.

"I quit." I slammed the words onto the table like a verdict.
From my purse, I pulled out the papers I had carried for weeks, the ones I had drafted in the dead of night while he was in her bed, and slapped them in front of him.
DIVORCE.
Serena Vaughn had been invisible for too long, the discarded wife of Damien Blackwood, a billionaire who saw her as nothing more than a trophy. But when humiliation became unbearable, she walked away, ignoring the world's bets that she would crawl back.
Months later, Serena returns, but she is no longer the woman he dismissed. Now the CEO of a revolutionary tech empire, her brilliance commands respect, admiration and desire. Society that mocked her now fights for her attention: a Nobel-winning scientist, a Wall Street titan, even Hollywood's hottest star, all vying to be the man in her life.
But Damien is not ready to let go. When he confronts her, demanding to know if her child is his, Serena's icy reply cuts him deeper than any words ever could. "That's none of your business, ex-husband. Step aside."
The game has begun. Old enemies circle like vultures, but Serena is no longer prey. One by one, they fall under her power, until only one question remains: how far will a broken man go when the woman he discarded becomes the queen of his ruin?

[WARNING 18+]
This book contains descriptive intimate and violent scenes. There could be triggering content like self-harm, drug addiction, and depression.
[TROPES]
Billionaire. Revenge. Second Chance. Escape while pregnant.

When Mellow Fanning married Zeath Lupin, the cold chairman of Lupin Group, she thought their love was forever. But everything crumbled when he introduced his pregnant mistress at a family dinner.
Angry, Mellow sought to make Zeath restless by kidnapping the mistress. However, that resulted in a tragedy that nearly claimed her life and that of the child growing inside her—a child Zeath didn’t deserve.
She faked her death and ran away, bound to return as Zeath’s only means to remain as the chairman of Lupin Group.
Would he recognize her? Would she accept his apology if he ever gave one? And what would happen when the threat she once fled from rekindled, endangering her and her child’s lives once more?











“Do you know how much I wished you wouldn’t come near me, or even... touch me?” Zeath drones on. “All those cuddles and kisses, all the affection, made my skin crawl—like a troll embracing its victim before gobbling them. One can only imagine how much it stinks. You are no different from that troll. You merely caught my attention because you were a self-absorbed twonk, and we needed to test if you even had the heart to love another.”
“We?” I croak out.
Then Zeath’s fingers trail gently along my face, his eyes glinting with pure poison, and his voice is no better.
“Poor Mellow, it is all a dare, a gratifying one. Divorce or not, it’s your choice.”