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Vanessa Saxon was once married to Luca Kensington, the cold and distant CEO of K Group. But when she was seven months pregnant, her adopted sister, Beatriz Langley, falsely accused her of having an affair with her best friend, Daxton Radcliffe, and carrying his child. The worst part? Luca believed Beatriz.

In a fit of rage, Luca demanded their baby be removed prematurely, leading to a tragic event where Vanessa nearly died from the ordeal.

Saved by Daxton, Vanessa disappeared. Now, five years later, she returns-stronger and determined-alongside her daughter, Isla Saxon, to exact her revenge on those who wronged her.

（There is a lot of sexual and stimulating content, minors are not allowed to read!!!）
Amelia was raised by her grandmother from childhood. One day, the Martinez family suddenly came to her door, claiming she was their long-lost daughter.
After being brought back to the Martinez family, Amelia also gained a disabled fiancé.
That night, Martinez pressed a dagger against William's healthy lower body: "Pretending to be disabled to get close to me - what are your intentions?"
William pointed to the cold gun barrel under Amelia's skirt: "Mutual benefit. After it's done, I'll give you one hundred million!"
Several months later, Amelia finally understood that William's "one hundred million" meant several times a day, until she became pregnant!

"You're so fucking tight for me," Austin Raymond whispered, his cock filling her with deep, relentless strokes. "Sweetheart! Give me a child, okay?"
Ella's body quivered beneath him, nipples taut against the sheets, her soaked pussy aching for him.
After four years of selfless devotion, Ella Brooks was callously replaced by his first love, losing everything in a fiery betrayal. Heartbroken, she shed her past and rose as Tesser, a luminary in the world of science, surrounded by brilliance and suitors.
Haunted by the memory of her love, he would burn through every obstacle to win her back.
Could he reclaim his unbreakable Ex-Wife?

"Let me go, you are hurting me!" Ana pleaded, wincing as Fernando grabbed her wrist tight.
"Why are you so stupid?" His eyes turned red in anger. "If you had allowed yourself to be bruised, I would have made you regret it."
He raised his hand and touched her cheek, making her flinch. "This face and body of yours is representing Silvia."
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To grant his dying mother’s last wish, Ana must pretend to be his comatose fiancée for three months. In exchange, she gets the money to save her sister's life.
Ana agrees to the strict contract: complete obedience, erasing her own identity, and absolutely no falling in love.
Forced to share a mansion, a fake wedding, and a bed, the lines blur. Yet, Fernando cruelly reminds her of her place: she is nothing but a cheap, disposable replica.
When Ana finally decides to walk away, and his true fiancée is about to awaken, Fernando has already fallen madly in love with the very substitute he tormented...

Four years of dating. Three years of marriage. He loved me deeply and spoiled me endlessly, making me believe I was the happiest woman alive. But everything shattered the moment I accidentally discovered his affair—while helping a friend, no less. The man who had always treated me with tenderness and devotion was cheating on me, and with someone I thought was closest to me. Was he just a master of deception? Or was I simply too blind, too naive, to see the truth staring at me in the face? I am Linda Evans. And I am not someone who forgives betrayal easily. You dared to lay a finger on my husband? Then get ready—I’ll fight you to the bitter end!

"I want a divorce."
Rowan took the papers from her and signed it without hesitation. "Don't regret this later," he said as he marked his signature on the required space.
"Trust me, I won't," she said and snatched it back from him once he was done.
After three years of marriage to her childhood crush, Astrid is forced to let go when her husband's first love returns—with a child in tow. Blinded by the past, Rowan chooses the woman who once left him, over the loyal wife who stood by him. But Astrid knows her worth. She walks away not just from a loveless marriage, but into a life of ambition and power.
Unbeknownst to Rowan, the woman he so easily discarded becomes the mysterious business mogul taking the corporate world by storm. Now, as her name echoes through boardrooms and headlines, he begins to realize what he truly lost.
Regret burns in his heart. Desire resurfaces.
But will he be able to win her back when she is the center of many hearts? Will he be able to mend the broken heart he had destroyed?

I didn’t expect to see him standing there, by the window, shirt sleeves rolled up, the morning light making his skin glow like it wasn’t meant to belong to someone so dangerous.

Draven Damian.

My sister’s husband. The man I was pretending to love. He turned slowly, his eyes locking onto mine. And just like that, my breath caught.

He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak. He just looked deep and cold, like he saw something in me he hadn’t noticed before.

And maybe that’s when everything changed. Because instead of fear, I felt something else… something warm and terrifying at the same time. He wasn’t supposed to be gentle. He wasn’t supposed to look this human. But at that moment, he did.

Don’t fall, Liora. Don’t be stupid.

I looked away before he could see the truth in my eyes. But I already knew. I was in trouble.


I took my sister’s place to save my family.
Now I’m trapped in a life that could destroy me. I never wanted anything to do with the mafia. But when my twin sister disappeared without a word, I had no choice. I had to become her, the wife of Draven Damian, a dangerous and powerful mafia boss.

His little boy, Dante, looks at me like I’m his mother.
But Draven’s family sees right through me… and they want me gone.

How long can I keep this lie alive?
And what happens when the man I’m pretending to love… starts falling for me

In my previous life, I was murdered by my cheating boyfriend and my scheming stepsister working together.
What I never saw coming was that Louis—the man I’d spent years hating—would give his life to save mine.
Now reborn on the very day I crashed our engagement party, I wrapped my arms around him without a second thought.
“I’m not leaving you this time. I’m going to marry you.”
He stared at me, utterly stunned...

I was about to refuse, and say no, when I felt his lips on mine.
I gasped, through the kiss. ' The jerk' I thought. He fucking kissed me, stole my first kiss like that.


Astral, an upcoming actress, who was given an opportunity to star in a famous movie. But she was taken to Gael as his replacement bride. Along the way, Astral found out she was truly getting married, and it's not acting. But it was too late for her to back out, as the priest already bound them as husband and wife.
After the wedding ceremony, Gael, the Billionaire and the husband, offered her a marriage contract.
Will Astral agree to this contract marriage? And even if she does, would it just end as a contract marriage or lead to an entanglement of a lifetime?

Prologue-
He felt nothing for Isabelle Lancaster, his ex-wife, anymore. apart from shame, obviously, that he had ever associated with such scum. Everybody had warned him when he had married her with such haste, that soon or later, blood spoke, and her blood was from a stripper – a prostitute. Nikolas had been angry on his wife’s behalf then. But then, they had been right. Blood had indeed spoken and like a true hussy, his dear wife had decided to open her legs for the first man, she had been left alone with.
Now he was angry at himself and no one else.
But it was going to be over soon. After three years of separation from his volatile English ex-wife, Nikolas Dimitriou was ready to move on. This time he was going to marry a respectable Greek woman. A woman who would live amicable with his family and settle well into his life. Instead of turning it into a circus.

But there was one big problem. They still hadn’t signed the divorce papers. Deciding to go to London himself to dispose of this marriage and also pick up his three-year-old daughter so that she could attend his wedding, seemed to be a simple enough thing.
Except, a single look at Isabelle seemed to have opened a pandora’s box inside of him. There was poison everywhere and he loved it still!

A young couple recently moved in right across the hall from us.
The husband, Richard, works as an auditor at City Hall. His wife, Chloe, is the morning show host for a local TV network.
Chloe is about five-foot-three, with curves in all the right places. Her entire being radiates an unignorable, mature housewife charm—she is absolutely gorgeous.
Richard is a serious whiskey enthusiast and often invites me over to the patio for a couple of drinks, so our families quickly grew close. My wife, Sarah, and Chloe, in particular, became like sisters the moment they started talking about Sephora's new releases and luxury bags. They could easily gossip for an entire weekend.
And that... gave me an opportunity.

My ex-boyfriend told me to divorce my "nobody" husband to become his secret mistress, completely unaware that my husband is the Supreme Mafia Godfather.
"Divorce that loser, Valeria. I'm a Capo now. I can give you the world," Gideon smirked, tossing a cheap gala pass at my feet.
I looked at the coward who abandoned me in a shootout three years ago and actually laughed. Give up my throne as the Donna of North America’s most powerful syndicate to be a street thug's dirty secret?
At the Blood Oath Gala, I'll show him that I am no longer the woman I was three years ago.

​The smell of smoke was the last thing Rhiannon Sander expected on the night that should have been her happily ever after.
​"Why?" Rhiannon gasped, her world spinning as she stared at the two people she loved most.
​Her stepsister, Kaylee, didn’t offer comfort—only a jagged smile. "Isn't it obvious? You were just a stepping stone, Rhiannon."
​Seeking a lifeline, Rhiannon looked at her fiancé. She prayed for a prank, a joke, a misunderstanding. Instead, he met her gaze with a sneer so cold it froze her blood. As the flames began to roar, they locked the door and left her to burn in the house that was supposed to be her home.
​Dragging her charred bod, toward a dark figure in the shadows of the street, she whispered her final plea: "Anything... I'll give you anything. Just save me."
​The man towering over her didn't look like a hero; he looked like a god of death. "Don't regret those words when you wake up," he warned

I loved him for ten years. I was his wife for three.
He knew every sound I made in his bed. He never knew why I flinched at the smell of almonds.
He relied on the life I built around him. He never knew I spent six years teaching orphaned kids to bake. I never told him—because he never asked.
I left quietly. No cheating. No screaming. Just three years of him not loving me.
Now I'm running my own bakery in Brooklyn. And he's found me—with his money, his power, his everything except the one thing I ever wanted.
He only started looking when I was already gone.
And I'm tired of loving a man who needed me to leave before he could see me.

Evelyn's world shatters when she discovers her husband, Hunter, is having an affair with her own sister, Sophia. But that's not the only devastating truth - Hunter reveals he never loved Evelyn, and their marriage was only a promise to her father. Heartbroken and betrayed, Evelyn demands a divorce. But as she navigates the treacherous landscape of her own family's secrets and lies, she begins to realize that nothing is as it seems. Will Evelyn find the strength to rise from the ashes, or will the truth destroy her forever?

BLURB

He thought he married a saint. He’s about to find out he’s living with a ghost.

For twelve years, I played the part: the patient wife, the faithful partner, the woman who stood by him through rain and shine. I gave him my youth and my trust, never realizing I was funding a betrayal I couldn't imagine.

Then the veil lifted. An undercover affair. A secret child. A life built on a foundation of lies.

He expects me to cry. He expects me to plead. Instead, I’m sharpening the knife. He doesn't know how far I’m willing to push, or what happens when a heart of gold turns into a heart of fire.

The war has already begun, and he’s the only one who doesn't know he's lost. By the time he realizes I'm not leaving... it will be far too late.

How do you destroy a man who thinks he owns you? By making sure he loses everything starting with himself.

"That was my cousin. Old family thing. It's nothing."
Cousin. Nine years of her life, and she was his cousin.


I gave him nine years.
Nine years of stretching every coin, raising our son alone, sleeping on my side of the bed because I could not bring myself to take his.
Nine years of telling Dave his father was working hard so they could have a better life. I believed it myself.
Until I saw him on a public street with his hand on another woman’s waist, looking at her the way I spent nine years waiting for him to look at me. When he crossed the pavement it was not to apologise. It was to tell me she was his wife. Six months married.
He told me to keep things calm, walked back to her, and introduced me as his cousin.
The divorce papers came that same night.
I needed a job immediately. For my son. For the bills that would not wait for me to finish falling apart. So I pulled myself together the way I always do and kept moving.
I did not expect Mac Harlow. I did not expect him to run three blocks to return my dropped folder or offer me a job despite his sister’s calls to have me removed.
I did not expect his daughter to find my son within ten minutes and decide they were already family. I did not expect to discover that the man I was starting to trust was connected to everything I was trying to leave behind.
He did not know. I believe that.
But Marshall knows now that someone else sees what he threw away. And he wants it back. He is nine years too late. Mac is looking at me like I am worth staying for. Not fixing. Not managing. Staying for. I spent nine years being someone’s afterthought. Never again.

Reese agreed to marry Troy, thinking their feelings were mutual. It turned out that he only used her to get close to her mother, Mandy. When she went home after taking care of her mother-in-law, who pretended to be sick, she caught her mom and husband in their marital bed. She exacted revenge by having a one-night stand with a stranger, who happened to be the wealthiest man in town, and the business partner of her unknown biological father, Vincent.

The chaos escalated when Reese discovered that the billionaire intended to marry her twin sister, Candice, with whom he already had a son. Overwhelmed, she fled to escape the painful memories, unaware of her own pregnancy. By chance, she encountered a woman who proposed a modeling career, which flourished until her pregnancy was revealed. Faced with pressure to choose between her rising career and her unborn child, Reese stood at life's crossroads, contemplating the profound decision before her.

Sophia Carter is a talented young university student about to graduate in law, but her life is far from easy. After her mother’s death, Sophia was left in the care of her cruel stepfather, Thomas, and his spoiled daughter, Vanessa. Since then, Sophia has lived as a prisoner in her own home, constantly mistreated, humiliated, and forced to do all the heavy work.

Despite her suffering, her only hope has always been her boyfriend, Daniel Montgomery, a charismatic young man from an influential family who promises to take her away from that life and provide a better future for them both. However, everything falls apart when Sophia discovers that Thomas sold her to a cold and ruthless tycoon, Nathan Blackwell, in exchange for an amount that will guarantee Vanessa’s future.

With no way out and abandoned by the love of her life, who betrayed her with her best friend, Sophia finds herself alone, desperate, and on the brink of collapse. Determined not to be a victim of circumstances any longer, she makes a bold decision: if she is to be sold, it will be for a price of her choosing.

At 2:00 AM, I lay in bed with my eyes closed, my fingers digging desperately into the flesh of my inner thigh.

Crack... Crunch... A stomach-churning sound of dislocating bones drifted from the foot of the bed. Immediately after, a cloying stench of dead fish rolled over the mattress.

A cold, stiff finger traced my jawline and pressed down hard on my carotid artery. It was feeling for a pulse.

"Darling..."

A bizarre, dual-layered echo came from directly above my head. A cold, bloody drop of meat juice smacked right onto my eyelid.

But I didn't dare let my breathing falter for even a fraction of a beat.

Because I knew—the thing currently staring dead at me, hanging upside down from the ceiling like a spider with its limbs bent backward, was absolutely not the wife I had spent the last ten years with.

"I need you to erase Elena Cavalli completely," I said, sliding an untraceable check across the table.

People say my husband Vito Cavalli broke every mafia code for me. The heir who knelt before all five family bosses and named an ordinary woman his godmother.

For three years, he convinced the world we were in love. He told the press I was why he went legitimate, why he gave up the gun.

But devotion has an expiration date.

While I basked in his affection, believing I was cherished, he was climbing into another woman's bed.

So I walked away.

When I disappeared, he shattered.

He tore through every corner of the globe hunting for me. But the woman he'd once traded his empire for didn't love him enough to turn around.

I'd been married to Nikolai Konstantin for three years. In that time, I'd miscarried six times for him—nearly died on the operating table once.

Every time I woke up, this cold-blooded mafia boss would hold my hand and say, "I'm sorry you had to go through this. Should we try again?"

I thought he loved me.

Until my seventh pregnancy, when I saw that video—

My sister Scarlett curled up in his arms, crying: "Nik, she's had six miscarriages... what if something happens to her? It's all my fault. My heart condition won't let me carry a baby..."

Nikolai kissed the top of her head: "Don't worry, baby. Her body can handle a few more tries. I promised you a child, and I always keep my promises."

That was when I finally understood—

The child in my womb had NEVER been ours.

For five years, my crime boss husband made me take off my wedding ring nine times—all for his precious damsel in distress.
When we first married, he promised me: "From now on, you're my queen, the queen of New Orleans."
But whenever Odette came crying for help, he'd change his tune: "Mr. Laurent saved my life, Cordelia. I owe his family everything."
And like a fool, I believed him eight times.
Eight times I watched from the shadows as he took another woman to our favorite restaurants.
Eight times I explained to the crew that our "separation" was just giving each other space.
Eight times I watched her move into my bedroom, use my dishes, sleep in my bed.
All for a man who kept making me slip off my ring, then slide it back on, over and over again.
Until the ninth time, when he said he needed to provide sperm for her fertility treatment, and I offered to leave.
He still thinks this is just another temporary break, expecting me to come crawling back in a month like always.
He'll never know I've already booked my ticket out of here.

The night I almost drank myself to death at a client dinner, my husband Alexander bought his first love a luxury yacht.

Maya posted it on Instagram that same night: "Best birthday gift EVER! You know who you are 💕🛥️~"

In the photo, she was in a bikini, champagne in hand, glowing with joy.

Then came the credit card alert—our joint account had been maxed out.

Before I could even confront him, Alexander called.

"Are you serious right now? Why'd you lock the card? Maya's been struggling with her depression—she needs to go sailing to clear her head! Why can't you show some compassion?"

I wanted to tell him that last night, I'd nearly killed myself closing a deal for his company.

But he'd already hung up.

Later that evening, Maya posted again—an extravagant jewelry set. The caption: "When someone truly GETS you 💎✨"

In the photo, she wore a diamond ring I never got, not even on my wedding day.

But by then, I was done caring.

Because I'd made my decision—to disappear completely.

Caspian kept me locked in the basement as a living blood bank.
This mafia don was also my husband. Ever since he discovered I could heal instantly, I became nothing more than a consumable—kept alive to sustain another woman.
That woman in the hospital bed was his stepmother in name, his forbidden obsession in reality—the desire he could never speak aloud.
Unable to claim her, he went mad. He tried to fill her dying body with my life.
When she was poisoned, he forced toxins down my throat to test antidotes, watching coldly as I convulsed on the floor, vomiting black blood.
When assassins came for her, he yanked me in front as a human shield, letting bullets turn my body into a sieve.
Covered in blood, I clutched his pant leg, begging through tears for him to just kill me.
But to protect his precious stepmother, he kicked me away without hesitation, his voice utterly cold: "Stop playing dead, Aria. You're a monster. You can't die anyway."
What he didn't know was that every time a mermaid heals, she burns through her soul's essence.
Through each shattering and mending, he was draining my very source of life.
Today, he strapped me to the operating table again, ready to drain more blood for his forbidden love.
He had no idea this would be the last time.

Seven years of marriage, and I was nothing but a joke.
My husband destroyed the roses I'd spent years nurturing—just to please my sister. My son, desperate for his aunt's approval, pointed at me and called me a "bad mom."
One day, the whole family took a vote to force me into donating bone marrow. Ethan, my husband, didn't hesitate. He raised his hand and said, "Erin, it's just a little bone marrow. Leah will die without you."
That was the moment my heart broke.
The surgery was a success.
When the anesthesia wore off, Ethan was gripping my hand tightly, eyes bloodshot, voice trembling with remorse. "Erin, I was a fool before. If you save Leah, I swear I'll spend the rest of my life loving only you."
He thought I'd grovel, grateful like a dog, desperate for his forgiveness.
But I just frowned in disgust and pulled my hand away as if shaking off trash.
In the dead silence, I looked at the tear-streaked man before me and asked, polite and confused:
"Sir... who are you?"

I saved a dying mobster three years ago. Vincent Ricci—New York's most feared Godfather.

He decided I was his. Private jets, five-million-dollar proposals, the whole nine yards. I fell for it.

The night before our wedding, his enemies took me. Three days of torture left me blind. Everyone said he'd never marry damaged goods. He married me anyway and spent three years treating me like a queen.

Yesterday I fell down the stairs and my sight came back.

But that's when I found out about my perfect husband's dirty secret.

I thought I was marrying the New York Godfather out of love. I didn't know I was just a walking blood bank for his fake 'savior'—my illegitimate half-sister.

My father, my brother, my husband... they bled me dry, framed me, and even demanded my unborn baby's cord blood to keep a murderer alive.

When I finally learned the truth, I didn't cry. I didn't scream.
I simply locked the doors, scheduled the emails that would shatter their reality, and left them a charred corpse in a towering sea of fire.

They thought they watched me burn. I let them descent into absolute madness.

Eighteen. Invisible. Marked.

Lyra is a ghost in her own life, living under the thumb of Lord Thorne, the man who executed her parents and sealed her true Silver Luna power. But she isn’t just a captive; she is the center of a volatile, cursed storm.

Enter the Trinity Caspian, the cruel heir; Kael, the ruthless strategist; and Rune, the savage protector. Her stepbrothers. Her tormentors. Her destined, triple-bound mates.

As her power awakens, the lines between hate and hunger dissolve. Lyra must harness their forbidden obsession to reclaim her stolen throne or watch her world burn.

One Luna. Three Alphas. One deadly choice.

She was betrayed by those she trusted most. Now she's back for revenge.

Nevada thought she'd found her fated mate, only to discover it was all part of her sister Bernadette's cruel scheme. Rejected, humiliated, and cast out while pregnant, Nevada disappeared.

Five years later, she returns to New York as CEO of the Lewiston empire, ready to destroy those who betrayed her. But when Grey discovers their five-year-old daughter, everything changes.

He's got callused hands, a slow smile, and a way with horses that makes her forget how to breathe.
Isobel didn't expect much from a trip to Wears Valley with her best friend and a troubled buckskin mare. She definitely didn't expect Ryder Callahan.
He looks like a cowboy through and through. Faded Wranglers, dusty boots, hazel eyes that see straight through you. But there's something underneath the easy drawl and the barn lot dirt that doesn't quite add up. A Rolex hidden under a shirtsleeve. A voice that carries the sharp edge of boardrooms alongside Tennessee grit.
He's keeping something buried deep, and she's getting too close to stop herself from wanting to dig.
Ryder came back to this valley to heal. Not just his body, but everything the rodeo and the life he left behind tore open. Training horses gives him quiet. Isobel gives him something he wasn't looking for.
But secrets don't stay buried forever. And when his two worlds collide, the only question left is whether she'll still want the man standing in the wreckage.
Sometimes the hardest eight seconds aren't in the arena.

"Well, you seem happy and relaxed. I see you have wasted no time moving on." Smith voiced out in anger, "Does he have any idea that you are just using him to get back at me?" Smith spit out, shaking his head in the process.
"Smith, why on earth are you here?" I hit him with clenched teeth, shocked by his presence.
"I saw your car parked out front and I was skeptical if it was yours. I wanted to see you, I guess but I never expected to see that-" he gestures towards Ronnell, who continues to watch our every move, wound tight.
"Well, you can't just walk into my life whenever you want," I fire back, "I have moved on, Smith. You messed up and shoved our good times into the trash."
"I know." He eyeballs Ronnell, dropping his voice to a whisper. "I know that I was an asshole, but I want to make it all up to you," he reaches for my hand. "Why don't you give us another chance?"
I pull my hands away from his, "No, Smith, I'm not ready for that- for any of your bullshit." My jaw clenched. Images of finding his ex-girlfriend's undies in my bed while he turned it on me as if his cheating was my own fault still make me angry.
He moves even closer, "No, Blair. You have to listen to what I have to say!" Before I can say a word, Ronnell's voice booms behind me.
"I believe she's asked you to leave, man," he growls, moving forward like a freight plane, eyes flashing dangerously at Smith.


Blair Damien thought that her life had ended right after Smith, her long-time college sweetheart shattered her heart. She doesn't believe in love but what if that thought changed after a memorable one night stand that might change her whole life forever?
Ronnell Roman is a cold-hearted billionaire who owns a security company. He had everything from wealth, power, influence, smartness, and even the face and body of a Greek God. He could get any girl he wanted, anytime and anywhere but there's a problem...

Everyone knows that the most powerful alpha in the werewolf world is Harrison. There are many legends about him. One of the most mysterious things is that he never announced his Luna. For six years, he hadn't talked about his mate, and no woman could get near him.
……
Six years later, Kayla. returned to the city where she lived. In one encounter, Harrison, with red eyes and a hoarse voice, pressed her against the wall and said, “Do you think your tears still work for me?”
Kayla looked down and did not speak. Suddenly a crisp child's voice sounded. “Mommy, what are you doing here?”
Looking at the little girl, his pupils constricted.
“Is this your daughter?” He asked.
……
“So you broke up with the father? He got you and dumped you and your daughter?”
Harrison threw his cigar into the ashtray, the corners of his mouth twitching with anger.
“Tell me who the father is and I'll make him pay.”
Kayla looked at the man she had missed for six years. She didn't know how to tell her that he was the father.

" I, Ember MacGregor reject you, Alpha Paris as my mate!". " Did this woman just reject me? Did my wife renounce me as her mate?"." How dare you reject my son! You're just a lowly ungrateful Omega!", Luna Lara yelled at her. Ember clenched her fist into a ball set a sharp gaze toward them for the first time in five years and left the ward. ***Alpha Paris chose Ember to be his wife and Luna of his packs even though she's not his fated mate because he thought he was in love with her but in the third year of their marriage, he found his destined mate Kate. He couldn't resist their wolf bonds so he marked her behind his wife's back. He cheated on her and he even impregnated his fated mate. Ember couldn't give an Alpha an heir because she was infertile so to return the favor, she obeyed every order his family told her and her husband but when Alpha Paris believed Kate's lies that she hurt her; they even forced her to donate her kidney to amends her crimes, she decided to reject Paris and leave him. Paris was shocked and thought that he saw a new side of his wife. He was thinking that after almost five years of being together, he still didn't know everything about her. After Ember left, Paris regretted it and tried to get Ember back.

You thought your werewolf boyfriend accepted you—his human mate.
But he secretly got engaged to Alpha Thorne’s stepsister.
Heartbroken, you drown your pain in a bar.
“Just one night. I’ll make you forget that cheater.”
So you spend a wild night with a handsome stranger—
Only to discover the hottie’s Alpha Thorne himself, your ex’s brother-in-law!

Blurb…

“You're mine. You, the baby you're carrying in your womb, you're all mine. So you don't have to be scared of me. I'm never gonna hurt you…”

Celine Thorn is shocked by the words coming out of the mouth of the vicious Lycan King, Maverick Wolfe. Words that aren't making sense to her.

“No…please. I'm not your mate. I can't be your mate…” she pleaded.

“I'm not proposing. I'm telling you how it is. YOU ARE MY MATE, CELINE. So I'm never letting you go back to whichever bastard is waiting for you in your Pack. You're staying here with me…”

“I can't. Please, I'm begging you. Let me go.”

“Never…”


Celine Thorn never found her fated mate so she married her long-term Alpha boyfriend, Ryder.

On their wedding day, she found her mate but rejected him because of her intense love for Ryder.

However, he found his mate later on and tosses her aside. Deep in misery, Celine realizes the only way out is to run away from the Pack.

The plan was to go far away and start a new life with her unborn child. She didn't expect to fall into the hands of the vicious and dreaded Lycan King, Maverick Wolfe. And he seems to not want to let her go.

What happens when he insists that she's his mate? Would she learn to love the man she's dreaded all her life? How would she deal with the complication when Ryder comes back into her life, asking for a second chance?

What happens when she's caught in the middle of a long-term animosity between the Lycan King and the Alpha King?

Three years ago, Kieran Vale’s wife died in a yacht explosion. At least, that is what the world believes. The case was closed, DNA confirmed, and evidence sealed away.

But Kieran never accepted it.

Now, on the eve of a reluctant new engagement, a reporter walks into his life, and everything fractures.

Mira Sutton is fearless, sharp, and obsessed with a shipping company tied to that very explosion. She is digging into a truth someone is willing to kill to protect.

The strange part is that she has no memory of her life before three years ago. And she looks exactly like the woman Kieran buried.

Kieran should walk away. Instead, he is drawn to her, especially when she begins asking questions no one else dares to voice.

As they dig deeper, buried files resurface, witnesses vanish, and a powerful network begins to close in around them.

Someone is watching. Someone wants the past to stay dead. And someone knows exactly who Mira really is.

When fragments of Mira’s memory begin to return, Kieran is forced to confront the impossible.

His wife may not have died that night. Or worse, she may be standing right in front of him, without knowing it.

But if Mira is truly the woman he lost, then why was her identity erased? And who is trying to make sure she never remembers?

The truth is closer than either of them realize, and far more dangerous.

Because sometimes, the dead do not stay buried. And sometimes, the woman you are falling for might be the wife you already lost.

I believed I had the perfect life.

A successful career as a paediatrician. A beautiful home in Riverside Heights. A devoted husband. A son I loved more than anything.

Then, I noticed a stranger's perfume on my husband's skin.

What begins as a small suspicion quickly unravels into a nightmare. Hidden messages. Secret meetings. Endless lies. And a younger woman who isn't just sharing my husband's bed—she's carrying his child.

Marcus Hale swears he never meant to hurt me. He swears our marriage still means something. But every new discovery reveals a deeper betrayal, and soon, I realize the affair is only the beginning.

As our lives explode into divorce, custody battles, financial warfare, and public humiliation, I find myself fighting not only for my son and my future but for the woman I used to be.

They thought I would break.

They thought I would forgive.

They thought I would quietly step aside.

They were wrong.

Because when a woman loses everything she once believed in, she has nothing left to fear.

And I am done being their victim.

The Wife's Reckoning is a gripping psychological domestic thriller about betrayal, revenge, resilience, and the dangerous consequences of underestimating a woman with nothing left to lose.

Three years ago, I thought I had married my true love, but now I've discovered that my husband has been secretly entangled with my own younger sister behind my back.
"Your husband is in my bed!"
When I received this message, I was utterly shocked.
My husband was cheating!
With my sister!
The double betrayal by my husband and sister cut through my heart like a knife, leaving me in unbearable pain.
How could this shattered marriage be saved?
Was there any point in maintaining this twisted sisterly relationship?
Clutching the divorce papers in my hand, I made my choice...

I shot my mafia husband on our wedding night... only to find myself in the Devil's bed right after.

Serena Moretti kills her fianceè to escape hell, but never knew her freedom comes with a price—Dante Russo, Chicago's most ruthless mafia don. He saves her from death, but only to chain her with his wild obsessions.

He commands her to accept his terms with his fingers gripping her hair tightly… and she does.

With that, she signs herself to be his prisoner, his possession… his perfect little secret. Every step forward breaks her further, while every touch sparks an energy she never knew she had in her. She can't stop running, the mafia world wants her dead.

Her late fianceè's brother seeks revenge. The Romano family crave her blood. And as everything begins to crumble, Dante learns of a mole, and it's from the most unexpected of places.

When betrayal begins to ring from all corners, a haunting reality sets in. Will Serena survive the heat she ignited? Or will she crumble under the power of her new found Daddy?

Ace Shelton fooled Unice Venixe when she noticed that he was selling a house on social media. Despite having experienced hardship as a child, Ace did not expect Unice to change his entire life. The Heils Family, a relative of the Shelton Family, murdered his parents.

He met Unice Venixe and resided in his mansion's basement. He tricked her; she was first afraid of him because Ace said he was a killer. After all, Ace had no idea this was the girl who had taken his bait on social media. Everything changed when she trusted him after being at his house for a few months because she didn't have a place to stay, and the thing that changed Ace was to love her. He fallen for her and was obsessed with her; he don't want anyone to like her; He want Unice to be his lover, and he didn't expect her to fall for him as well, and this is where his story changes.

"You were pregnant when you ran," he murmured, his voice trembling with disbelief. "And I—" his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, silver eyes shimmering with raw pain, "I didn't even know."
I bit my lip until I tasted blood, tears stinging my eyes. "You rejected me," I choked out, fury and heartbreak colliding. "You humiliated me, Killian! I had nothing left... nothing but him. I couldn't let you or anyone in that cursed pack destroy him too."
For the first time since I'd met Killian, the ruthless Alpha looked utterly broken. "Aria..." he whispered hoarsely, "I've made a mistake I can never forgive myself for."
When Alpha Killian rejects his fated mate under the Blood Moon—publicly shattering her pride and heart—Aria runs, powerless, hunted, and carrying a secret he never knew: his child.
Years later, fate drags her back into the world she swore to escape... and back into the arms of the ruthless Alpha who once destroyed her. But this time, Aria isn't the weak, broken girl he cast aside. She's stronger. Wilder. Dangerous.
And Killian will stop at nothing to claim what he lost: the mate he rejected, and the family he never knew he had.When dark secrets unravel and the Blood Moon prophecy resurfaces, love and vengeance blur into one. Will Aria forgive the man who ruined her life... or destroy him before he breaks her again?

Reese, recently divorced has moved back home. She has landed a job with a huge company with a sexy CEO. She has no idea what kind of company she is working for until on her first day as Luca Myles personal assistant she walks into an adult film studio. Reese does not panic she embraces her new job and her new boss. Things get steamy on the first day. Sparks fly with her and her sexy new boss, but Reese has a secret. She is a vampire.

The night he took my innocence, he branded me his.
I never imagined he’d return years later as the enemy…
Demanding my loyalty.
My silence.
And the daughter he never knew he left behind.

I thought what we had was fate.
But loving Santino Romano was forbidden.
He was my brother’s best friend—
And the heir to the Famiglia Romano that ruined my bloodline.
A ruthless prince in a kingdom of crime,
And the only man who ever tasted the softness I kept hidden from the world.

Then came the fire.
The blood.
The betrayal that tore everything apart.

Now he’s back—colder, harder, more dangerous than ever.
He doesn’t ask. He takes.
Locks me in his penthouse cage and tells me I belong to him.
Body, heart, soul.

He punishes me for running.
He worships me like a sinner at the altar.
He kisses like a threat and touches like war.
And despite the fury in his eyes, I see it…
The man who once made my heart race still burns beneath the scars.

But he doesn’t know the truth I’ve hidden.
Our secret.

Our daughter.

And if my family discovers he has me, they’ll spill blood to bring me home.

What they don’t understand is this:
My captor is now my protector.
And Santino Romano will paint the streets red before he lets anyone take me or our child away.

Synopsis:
Camilla was only 19years old when she discovered she was pregnant. It was a one night stand. She knew neither his name nor his background. All she knew was his face.
Three years later,she returned to the city to start anew. She got a job at Frostbite company only to discover that the CEO, Kelvin, was the face of a man she knew. He was the father of her baby. Just as she thought she knew the father, unexpected events make her question the paternity of her child. She must navigate through it all to find out the father. Will she be strong till the end?

She stared at him with nothing but emptiness holding in her beautiful grey eyes.

"What are you doing here." She mumbled in a blank tone waiting for him to spit out the reason of him showing up.

"Amy I-I am sorry I just." His throat contracted in a painful way as he couldn't find the right words to speak further.

"It's Amelia. And I already forgave you. Didn't I then why are you here." He shook his head stepping forward which only caused her to step back from him.

"Please Amy I want you back. I know what I did was wrong but it was a mistake and." His words cut short with a small laugh that escaped from her lips. An empty painful laugh.

"Wrong. You call this wrong. A mistake. Destroying someone's life isn't a mistake Mr. Stone. It's a sin. An unforgivable sin. And a forgiveness to a sin is God's right not mine. This is the last time I am giving you a warning. Stay away from me or I will forced to contact my lawyer."

A one wrong accusation turned their lives ups and down. One wrong step snatched everything from him. One wrong decision made the only person who loved him purely hate him the most.

Here's the story of a Ex-Wife Amelia Kales. And the broken man Liam Stone.

WARNING: IF YOUR LOOKING FOR A TYPICAL DRAMATIC EX WIFE STORY THEN KINDLY THIS STORY ISN'T FOR YOU. LASTLY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS AND SPELLING MISTAKES CAN BE FOUND.

Alice and Robert belonged to important families, although they had known each other since they were children, they did not see each other again until they learned that they were engaged. Robert refused to marry her, as he neither loved her nor knew her. When Alice learned that Robert did not want that marriage, she was relieved, as she did not want to marry him either and loved another man, so she appealed to her parents to annul the engagement, but they refused, as if they refused it would seem that they were more important and powerful, so the Taylors had to honor that engagement. Everything went on until the day of the wedding and once celebrated, Robert vented his anger against young Alice for forcing him to marry her and not refuse as he did. But Alice tries to explain to him that she didn't want to marry him either, and even confesses to him that she loves someone else. But those words only make Robert angry, believing all the time that Alice feels superior to him and so he demands her to tell him who is the man she loves, but Alice can't tell him that, because he is Robert's best friend. Jared Sinclair