2758 Book(s) Related to Every Reason I Loved Her

Veronica Hussey had only one wish; to be appreciated by her father and allowed to run the Hussey Empire. After a one-night stand with a handsome stranger, she realizes she was pregnant. Just when she thought of the next plan, her father forces her to marry a business partner. It was no other person than her mysterious one-night stand- Adam Livingston.

Adam Livingston belonged to the famed billionaire's club; an elite group of wealthy young men who were born into money. When his best friend betrays him and turns the club against him, he is thrown into a world of hunger and pain. To find his footing, he goes to Mathew Hussey; the most dangerous man in Boston, and he has a proposition: “Marry my daughter and I'm going to help you.”

When the girl turns out to be Veronica Hussey; his one-night stand, his world is thrown into chaos. He must find a way to protect his new family from harm and love his bride, and the baby.

Five years ago, Lila Hart vanished after one night with a man who never gave his real name.
She rebuilt her life in silence—until his face dominated every screen.
Adrian Blackmoor.
Tech billionaire. Phantom executive. Untouchable.
When Adrian discovers he has a son, he doesn’t demand forgiveness.
He demands access.
Dragged into a world of glass towers, private armies, and legal assassins, Lila realizes Adrian’s empire was built on blood—and his family intends to collect what they believe is theirs.
But Elliot isn’t just a child.
He’s leverage.
A weapon.
An heir.
And the truth about Lila’s disappearance may destroy them all.

I’m the CEO of a tech company—and the creator of our bionic human project.

Three years ago, my wife was dying after a car crash. She begged me to “save” her with my technology. I said yes.

I poured over a hundred million into R&D and built her a bionic body that could last for decades. I covered every checkup, every calibration, every outrageous repair bill.

What I got back was her contempt, her affair, and her reckless abuse of the body I gave her.

I warned her again and again to protect it. She called it control—and called another man freedom.

She even slammed my head into a coffee table to shield him.

That was the moment I decided: no more repairs, no more payments.

She chose her path. She pays for it.

Victoria discovered that I hadn't submitted any supplemental medical expense claims for two weeks.
She assumed I had finally been disciplined and had given up what she called "the exploitative nature of the lower class."
Little did she know, my backpack held the signed divorce papers and my mother's death certificate.
As I turned to leave, I was still wearing the discounted trench coat she'd casually given me three years ago when we got married.
What she didn't know was that I, a deep-sea geology genius from MIT, willingly endured three years of her humiliation and ridiculous rules, just so my mother could stay in her conglomerate's private hospital to prolong her life.
Now, my mother has died because of unpaid bills , and even her ashes are carried by me in a cheap canvas bag.
Now that my loved one is dead, there's no need for me to continue being her obstructive dog on Wall Street. The lives she owed with those approval forms, I will settle with the collapse of her entire conglomerate empire.

A hundred years ago, I was the strongest Delta the Silver Moon Pack had ever produced.

Born with the God Bone, unmatched in power, I had Royal Guard recruiters showing up at my door three times, waiting for me to say yes. The whole pack assumed I'd lead them to glory.

Then came that night. My own family dragged me to the altar in the frozen vault.

My mother cried and said, "Lacey was born broken. Without the God Bone, she'll die."

"You're the older sister. You're strong. You'll survive without it."

I refused.

Grant, my fiancé, pulled the knife on me. Brandon, my brother, pinned down my arms and legs. My parents watched from the shadows, saying nothing.

"Don't be so selfish."

They carved the God Bone out of my body, drained every drop of my heart's blood, and threw me into a vault fifty degrees below zero.

My sister took everything that was mine and became the golden girl everyone adored.

A hundred years passed. I became the Supreme Commander of the Royal Guard.

This year, during recruitment, my adjutant handed me the candidate list. I saw a familiar name and smiled. I picked up my pen and crossed it out.

"Doesn't meet the requirements. Denied."

Scarlett Scott belongs to a world where werewolves are only able to recognise their destined mate if they have shifted. But then, Scarlett is a wolf-less She-werewolf. But when Rush Rivera, her childhood crush and the Alpha King heir decided to choose her as his mate and future Luna, Scarlett was thrown into a dilemma as the Rogue Lycan Alpha also claimed her as his mate.

Scarlett is tornbetween her loyalty to Rush and her undeniable mate bond with the Rogue who had murdered her parents. With the heat season approaching, the Alpha King with a secret to protect and the Rogue Lycan Alpha out for revenge, Scarlett must decide where her loyalty lies and choose between love and vengeance.

"Aveline, a world without you means nothing to me."
The dragon's scalding blood splattered across my tombstone, melting the thick blanket of snow.
Five minutes ago, he had severed the crimson fox's head—vengeance for me.
I died at the hands of my most cherished companion, died in a carefully orchestrated betrayal. I'd wielded the full power of the Court to elevate that pitiful low-born wretch to godhood, only for him to join forces with my dear sister and plunge a blade into my heart from behind.
And the dragon war god I had scorned—the one I'd humiliated and treated as nothing more than a beast slave—defied imperial decree, razed an entire city, and severed his own life force. All for me.
I watched his dragonfire extinguish completely in the bitter cold. My soul reached out to embrace him, but passed through nothing but endless snow.
Until a blinding light pierced through my vision.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself staring up at the familiar domed ceiling of the Celestial Hall.
I had returned to three years ago, to the Binding Ceremony that sealed my fate.
Reborn into a second chance, those vermin who climbed to power on dragon bones will finally get the hell they deserve.

I paused at the ajar conference room door, attempting to balance the tray of coffees. Creedon was my new boss, now also my boyfriend. I listened at the door.

“Where is that slut of yours, Creedon? Must be a hell of a lay. The coffee is going to be cold,” Michael complained. “What's the point in keeping her around? She's not even your breed.”
Not his breed?
“You know me, I like nice accessories, Besides, she is smarter than she looks."
An Accessory?
“Stop toying with the girl. You're letting her get too close to us. Not to mention the scandal you’ll have with the press once they realize she's a poor country girl. America will fall in love with her, you will just crush them when you’re done with her. Poor Image...” The sound of fits hitting the table silenced the room.

“She’s mine! She is no concern of yours. I can fuck her, breed her, or cast her aside, remember who's in charge here. “If I want to use her as a cum bucket, I will." His anger explosive.
Breed me? Cast me aside? Cum bucket? I think not!*

“She is pretty, but she’s of no value to you, Creedon. A pebble in a sea of diamonds, darling. You can have any woman you desire. Fuck her out of your system, and sign off on her,” Latrisha spat. “That one is going to become a pain in your ass. You need a bitch that will submit.”

Someone, please, come mop up the word vomit this woman has just spewed.

“I have her under control, Trisha, back the fuck off.”

**Control? Oh, hell naw! ** He hadn't met the take no bullshit southern bitch I could be.

Rage brewed as I elbowed open door.

Well, here goes everything.

Evelyn Vale plans weddings, memorials, and private family ceremonies for people who care too much about how grief looks on camera. She knows lighting, timing, guest flow, and the hidden machinery behind a perfect public moment.

Then one night, while sitting beside the husband who kisses her goodnight, she sees a livestream event scheduled for tomorrow: her own memorial service.

The cover uses her mourning portrait. Grant, her husband, is posed as the devastated widower. Serena, her half sister, stands beside him like a woman already rehearsing the role of replacement wife.

At first Evelyn wants it to be a mistake. Then the invoices appear. The funeral campaign is paid for. The backend record existed. Someone with internal clearance created it, deleted it, and expected Evelyn to die before the broadcast.

Julian Cross, a former livestream safety investigator disgraced by an old death case, is the first person who treats Evelyn's fear as evidence. Together they follow the countdown through funeral contracts, planted comments, medical manipulation, board pressure, platform corruption, and a hidden operator using public grief as a business model.

But Evelyn is not waiting to be rescued. She knows how to build an event. She knows where witnesses should stand, when a microphone should stay open, and how a lie collapses when the room sees the right proof at the right time.

Grant scheduled the funeral.

Evelyn hosts it better.

On the anniversary of my mother's death, Thomas promised he'd come pay his respects with me. I waited at the cemetery all day, only to see media reports of him vacationing with his first love.

Everyone assumed Thomas had a secret child with her. That they were about to get married.

And me? His actual wife?

I went home, left the divorce papers on the table, and burned our marriage certificate.

The first thing they took was my baby.

The second was my parents.

The third was my freedom, my eyes, and every reason to live.

My husband gave me to three men on our anniversary. He chained me in a doghouse while his mistress laughed. He fed me my own son’s remains and called it mercy.

He said I was dirty. He said I deserved it.

But the DNA test he trusted was a lie. The video was staged. And the woman he’s about to marry is the one who destroyed us all.

I tried to die. Four times.

Now I’m done trying.

They put a dead woman in the ground. They’re about to find out she brought hell back with her.

She woke up naked, bound, and on display in a birdcage.

Her husband sat in the front row while strangers bid on her unborn son's organs. He believed the video. The DNA test. The other woman's lies.

They took her baby. They took her mother. They tried to take her mind.

So she let them think she was broken. She smiled through the electric shocks. She bent without breaking. She counted down to the surgery that was supposed to kill her.

But she wasn't counting down to her death.

She was counting down to theirs.

They wanted her heart?

She'll give it to them—still beating, as she becomes their judge, jury, and executioner.

Dark Revenge Romance. CW: non-con, graphic violence, pregnancy loss, captivity. Read with caution.

They called me a hellcat. A she-wolf tyrant. The Luna who made her Alpha husband obey.
I held him together when his father died. Built his dying pack into a powerhouse while he flirted with she-wolves.
Then he brought home his "fated mate."
Everyone waited for me to explode.
Instead, I smiled. "I'll help you prepare the ceremony."
That's when my wolf—dormant for years—began to wake.

During the Yearbook photoshoot, the photographer smiled and gestured for the couples to move closer together.
But Daniel pressed his hand against my shoulder and pushed me straight to the edge of the group, then turned and pulled Harper to his side.
"Harper and I are this year's Valedictorian and Salutatorian. It makes sense for us to stand together—it'll look better for the Yearbook spread."
This wasn't the first time he'd pushed me away.
When I brought him my AP Calculus mistakes, he barely glanced at them before saying my foundation was too weak—don't waste his time.
But when Harper, ranked second in our class, brought him basic algebra questions and played dumb, he didn't notice a thing.
He'd even FaceTime with her until two in the morning, patiently breaking down every single step.
When I wanted to study with him at the library, he'd frown and say I was breaking his focus.
But when Harper dropped just two points on a quiz, he'd skip track practice entirely to take her to the beach and cheer her up.
Right before the photographer pressed the shutter, he couldn't help teasing, "You two are a couple, right? You look like prom king and queen material!"
Daniel looked at Harper, his smile proud and tender. "We're always on the same wavelength."
Harper blushed and ducked her head as the guys from the team whistled and hollered around them.
I stood outside the noise, gripping my phone so hard my knuckles went white. The camera app I'd opened hours ago had already timed out.
The dark screen reflected the dress I'd tried on for hours last night, and the curls I'd ironed over and over again.
God, how stupid of me.
The spot beside him was never meant for me.
And now? I don't want it anymore.

Thalia has always been in love with Cassian but he never noticed her. She was never the woman Cassian wanted, he wanted someone else.

Drunken and heartbroken, Cassian bumped into Thalia and that one reckless night changed her life forever, binding her to this man who will never chose her.

Forced into marriage and banished from the GoldenMoon Pack, she spends seven years trying to earn the heart of her husband only to discover it has always belonged to another woman; his brother's wife.

No matter the years they’ve shared or the son they’ve raised together. His love remains locked on a forbidden past, and now, he wants out.

But Thalia has a persistent heart and has vowed to win his love over, no matter the consequences.

She rushed home late at night to celebrate her husband's birthday — only to find him with another woman.
"Daddy, when are you and Mommy getting a divorce?" her son asked, innocent and cruel all at once. "I want Auntie to be my new mommy."
She thought of the divorce papers she'd found the day before. Without hesitation, she picked up her phone and dialed her boss.
"I'll join the OriginWorld research program. But I have one condition..."
Months later, she stood at the podium as a national-level AI research consultant, delivering a keynote lecture.
And there, in the audience, sat her ex-husband — staring up at her, utterly stunned.

Seven days before the doomsday outbreak, the wild weeds by the road spoke to me: The zombies are coming.
I rushed home, intending to take my fiancée and flee for our lives.
But outside the door, I overheard her plotting with her boss on the sofa, scheming to drain all my wealth.
"He’s just an orphan with no family or connections. No one would care even if he dies."
I didn’t push the door open.
Instead, I quietly cashed out all my assets overnight and built an impenetrable island fortress without delay.
Seven days later, the zombie hordes surrounded the city.
She and her entire family were chased by the monsters, covered in blood and mangled.
They knelt frantically kowtowing and begging for help right outside my explosion-proof gate.
I coldly locked the door tight.
"You were right," I said. "No one really cares if you die. Just go in peace."

I have a cursed gift—
I can hear the voices of antiques.
A blackened silver spoon screams.
A rusted pocket watch groans.
And at London’s most exclusive blind auction, when that so-called million-pound royal jewelry box encrusted with rubies and sapphires was rolled onto the stage, my mind went completely silent.
Those dozens of dazzling gemstones were all fake glass that could not speak.
Instead, from a brass compartment hidden in the very bottom of the box came an agonized roar:
“Get me out of here… now…”
I smiled.
Europe’s number-one appraiser?
Today I’d show him what it really meant to listen to all things.

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.

Will a man learn to love me if I’m good to him long enough?

I tried for seven years to warm his heart.
I thought if I just held on a little longer, he’d finally see me.
Because I loved him so deeply.

But what did I get in return?
His endless tenderness for another woman.
I pretended I didn’t care, until pneumonia landed me in the hospital.

On the day I was discharged, I found him standing there with our daughter, his whole world focused on caring for that woman.
Even my daughter, whom I’d raised with everything I had, wished that woman was her mother.

In that moment, my heart died completely.

I left the divorce papers, gave up custody, and walked back into the chemical industry.
So what if seven years of marriage had worn me down?
I was still the top genius in my field.

But the divorce I’d wanted so badly never went through.
The man who once couldn’t have been colder to me now held on to me tighter than ever.
Our daughter refused to leave my side.

When he found my divorce papers,
the always cold and arrogant man pushed me against the wall and growled:

“Divorce? You’re mine. For life.”

My neighbor Beck Morrow was the best high school point guard this state had seen in years.
The night before the state championship—three college scouts in the stands—he decided to stay home with his girlfriend instead. She wasn't feeling well.
I called his coach.
He played. He got the scholarship. He built a company worth eight figures before he turned thirty, and I spent five years writing every algorithm that company ran on.
He repaid me by throwing a ball at my head during a training session. Then his lawyers sent a letter explaining that I had no legal claim to any intellectual property developed under my employment contract, effective immediately, and that my position was being terminated.
Then I woke up. It was the first week of senior year again.

For three years, the whole school thought I loved privileged golden boy Sebastian Grayson. I covered his mistakes, took his punishments, and single-handedly turned his rebellious self into a Harvard admit, enduring endless mockery for my one-sided devotion.
Yet every obedient act was never love — only a contract deal.
When we reunite at a Harvard banquet two years later, Sebastian craves a second chance.
But he is too late. I will never return.

To marry me, my fiancé Sebastian Knight said he wanted his childhood friend Isabella to be our surrogate.

I agreed. Because I couldn't have children, and the Knight family desperately needed an heir.

After Isabella "successfully" got pregnant, Sebastian became a completely different person. He started making her nutritious meals, accompanying her to prenatal appointments, even memorizing every food she disliked.

Yet he couldn't even remember my birthday.

Two weeks before our wedding, I received an anonymous email.

The video on the screen made me understand everything in an instant—Sebastian and Isabella were in bed together.

So this was his "surrogacy plan."

I, his fiancée, was just the last fool to find out.

I canceled all the wedding arrangements, tore up the wedding dress, and threw away the ring.

On our original wedding day, Isabella gave birth to his son in the delivery room, while I was already sitting in first class on a flight abroad.

Sebastian, this time I'M the one leaving YOU.

Lydia's POV

"The patient in Bed 7 has been here three months now, right? Not a single family visit."

"Her husband just pays the bills and leaves. Doesn't even look at her. Poor thing."

I lay in the hospital bed, listening to two nurses whispering outside my door. My fingers rested weakly against the edge of the mattress.

Three months ago, I was diagnosed with late-stage cancer.

My husband, Sebastian Carter, came once. He stood in the doorway—didn't step inside—signed the papers with a blank expression, and never came back.

Sebastian was a writer. He locked himself in his study all day, leaving me to spend night after night alone in the living room. We lived under the same roof like strangers from different worlds.

I'd grown used to this hollow marriage. I didn't even bother calling him anymore.

Footsteps echoed outside.

I turned my head toward the door. Sebastian stood there in his familiar charcoal coat, his face expressionless.

"You came." I was surprised. I forced myself to sit up, my body weak and trembling.

Sebastian didn't answer. He walked straight to the bedside and set a document on the nightstand. "Sign it."

I picked it up. The words at the top read: 'Divorce Agreement.'

My husband's first love was in trouble.
When the news came, I was lying on the operating table.
Dr. Miller put down his scalpel and said to Dr. Johnson, "I'll leave my wife's surgery to you."

"If I don’t go now, I might regret it for the rest of my life."

With that, he turned and walked away.
Watching my husband's retreating figure, I couldn't hold back—tears fell.
The next second, the cold blade of a scalpel touched my skin.

Dr. Johnson spoke calmly, "Why the tears? With me here, you'll be fine."

The second the avalanche came down, I called my mate. Karl. Captain of the Pack Guard's First Squad.

He dug me out, carried me onto the helicopter, and told the pilot to take off before the second rescue team even got there.

He didn't know Delilah was buried in the same slide. The girl he'd never gotten over.

By the time they reached her, she'd been under the snow for three hours in twenty below.

Karl stood in the morgue all night.

He came back the next day and just gave me a small smile. "It wasn't your fault. You were carrying our pup. Of course you came first."

For a month after that, he was gentler than he'd ever been. He cleared his schedule to take me to every checkup. Cooked for me himself. Put the crib together, the dresser too. Every single thing in the nursery lined up exactly right.

I thought that avalanche had finally buried Delilah. That it had given him back to me.

Until the day I went into labor.

He sent every doctor and nurse out of the delivery room. There was a silver scalpel in his hand.

The moment he cut me open, I saw the red in his eyes.

Our pup was still crying, small and weak, and he never even looked. He threw us both into the incinerator.

"If it weren't for you, Delilah would still be alive. Your life for hers."

Then I opened my eyes, and I was back at the moment the avalanche hit.

At the celebration party, everyone was egging them on.
To kiss ass with the so-called "investor's daughter," James, started playing some flirty card game with Vivian right in front of me, feeding her chips and making out.
I stood in the corner holding his jacket like some pathetic coat-check girl.
When I confronted him, James looked pissed. "Sophie, it's just an act! Vivian's got the company by the balls—don't be so damn difficult!"
I laughed.
He had no idea that the "Vivian" he was desperately sucking up to was nothing but a fraud riding someone else's coattails.
And the real person holding his fate, the one who'd greenlit his precious S-tier project? That was me—the wife he called "completely useless."
The day after our divorce, I pulled the plug on all of James's funding.
He went ballistic trying to meet with the mysterious investor. When the doors opened, I was sitting at the head of the table. Right in front of him, I fed that S-tier project proposal into the shredder:
"James, this deal? I'm out."

Ten years of secret love, and what did I get? Watching him fall for another woman at MY art exhibition.

The most ridiculous part? He turned to me and said, "Harper, you have to help me win her over."

I orchestrated their romantic encounters, taught him how to charm women, even told him what flowers she liked. I was the perfect wingman, watching them fall in love while I licked my wounds in the dark.

Until Dr. Avery confronted me with one devastating question: "Do you really think he doesn't know you love him?"

When I finally screamed "I've loved you for ten years!" at Mason, his response froze my blood:

"I know. I've always known."

Turns out, my ten years of devotion were nothing more than a free emotional dumping ground to him—the convenient girl who would never leave. He enjoyed my care while pretending not to see my love, because that was safest, easiest.

Pathetic, right?

A woman wastes ten years loving a man, only to end up pushing him into someone else's arms.

Until Blake appeared.......

I was always the extra daughter in the Cross family.
To my parents, I was nothing more than a walking blood bank for Clara. To my husband Adrian, I was a sinner who needed to atone for her crimes.
When Adrian forced me to donate a kidney to my sister, I agreed.
Not only did I agree, I liquidated every asset I owned and transferred it all to my research lab.
They thought I was stupid, thought I was still desperate for their love.
But all I was doing was putting my affairs in order.
The night before the surgery, I coughed up blood all over the table.
Adrian sneered over the phone. "Cut the act, Evelyn. You'll do anything to dodge responsibility. You just want attention—how pathetic."
The surgery was a "success."
My sister got the kidney she'd always wanted.
And I died in the recovery room.
My soul floated above my body as I watched Adrian walk into the hospital room, that patronizing smile on his face, ready to put on his "repentant husband" act.
"Eve, I know you've been hurt. Let's start over..."
The only answer he got was a white sheet pulled over my face.

I am the youngest Don of the Obsidian Family.
After an unexpected rest, my opponent sent me a street racing invitation.
I went to my brother's company to retrieve my car, but was drugged with ether by my brother's secretary.
She told me that no one could seduce her man.
She kicked my stomach, threatened me with a paper cutter to make a vow, and said her future sister-in-law is the youngest Don of the Obsidian Family—if I dared to retaliate against her, I would die miserably.
I looked at her coldly.
Really?
But I haven't agreed to be your sister-in-law yet!

"Mum? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Amelia begged, trying to leave Fernando's side but he didn't let her.

"How could you commit such a sin, Amelia?"


My mother was a lot of things but I never knew she would dare leave her Billionaire husband on the Alter stranded.

My soon to be stepfather was a lot of things, but he wasn't one to accept humiliation. And for that reason, he made me Amelia, the daughter of my runaway mother to take her place on the alter.

Lucinda’s husband surprised her with a stunning dress and a note that read, “Wear this to the end of year party tonight, sweet pea.” The tender nickname caught her off guard, he had never spoken to her that way before, and she dared to believe he was finally being romantic.
But at the party, her world shattered. His mistress, her own younger sister, and his ex, confronted her, demanding she strip because the dress belonged to her. To Lucinda’s horror, her husband sided against her.
The betrayal ran deeper than the evening’s humiliation. Years ago, her parents had forced a cruel switch on their wedding day, believing it improper for her younger sister to marry first. Millie, far from the virtuous bride they imagined, proved manipulative and ruthless.
Determined to win Leo’s affection, Lucinda had stood by him, helping transform him from a modest businessman into the powerful CEO of LL Group, the wealthiest man alive. Yet this final act of treachery broke her resolve.
Cornered against the wall, she met his anguished gaze and whispered the words that would change everything. “Leo, I want a divorce.”

It is a big pack. I was about to open the door when I heard some giggling from the other side. It was a female I know that because what male giggle.

"Oh yes that feels good" the female moans.

A blush comes to my face as I heard that. I don't want to intrude but I have duties to attend.

I knock on the door hoping they would hear and begin to walk inside only to freeze on the spot. Tears fill my eyes as I look at the teen couple in front of me.

I turned my head back to my mate. He was staring at me with no emotion on his face. No regret that he was kissing someone else.

"Zep-"

"Don't say my name" He snapped at me cutting me off and making me flinch.

"But why?" I croaked. His facial expression turned angry.

"A slut who already has a kid that was not from me. Someone who is a rogue and a disgrace to our kind. Tell me mate how many men have you slept with? I can smell you have been with quite a few. Do you even know who the father of your disgrace is? huh?"

My breath came in short pants as I listened to what he was saying. I was frozen. I couldn't speak.

"I Zephania Abrahms reject you Sasha as my mate. My pathetic mate."

Amelia Davis was married to Frederick Hastings for three years, but that period paled in comparison to the decade he had spent enamored with his first love, Amber Roberts. On the day she found out she was pregnant, Frederick asked for a divorce. Without a word, she simply took the divorce papers and left. However, Frederick was taken aback upon discovering her pregnancy after her departure. In a rare display of emotion, the typically composed Frederick panicked, desperately pleading for Amelia's return as if he were in a state of frenzy...

Four years ago, I faked my death to escape my cruel husband, Aiden, and my evil sister. Now, I’ve returned as a powerful heiress, hiding my secret children.
I humiliated his mistress by making her pay millions for a painting I already owned, and when Aiden tried to corner me, I didn't beg—I slapped him.
But instead of anger, his eyes burned with obsession. He pinned me against the wall, whispering dangerously, "You can change your face, Keira, but you can't hide from me. Whose child is that?"
He thinks he still owns me? This time, I’m the one in control.

In a world where humans are prey to werewolves, Meredith Rutherford finds herself ensnared in a brutal tradition—the Annual Purge.

Forced to fight for her life, she never expects to be claimed by not one, but three powerful wolves: Damien, the Alpha, and his loyal companions, Beta Xavier and Gamma Magnus.

Bound to them by the will of the Moon Goddess, she faces a new reality where her fate is entwined with theirs.

“Whether you like it or not, this bond between us… it’s real, and it cannot be undone. You’re ours now, as we are yours, and we’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, no matter the cost.”

Can Meredith tame her wild mates, or will she become the hunted in a battle for survival?

Enya has lost her husband and family in a day, she was happy in her life surrounded by people she loves and she thought they loved her back but the reality slapped hard on her face showing her how dumb and blind she is. Enya never thought that she will lose everything in her life and will be alone sitting in a park without any home to return.

On the other side of the world, Jeon is surrounded by everyone including beautiful girls, alcohol and tasty food but still, he feels alone. He doesn't know the longing and the loneliness he is feeling right now and when he sees people around him with their partners being in love, admiration shining through their eyes for each other. Maybe he is longing for admiration and love!? But he never experienced anything like that with anyone, not even with the girls he tried to date.

Enya and Jeon are longing for something very beautiful and scarce to find. Enya thought she got that scarce love and relationship but now she feels that she never found it, if the love was true and scarce her husband would have never left her and divorced her. Jeon never felt that scarce love with anyone and he longs for that love and partner who will be hard to find and will be able to stay beside him when things get hard.

When one wants to love and be loved, another wants nothing to do with relationships and love. How will destiny make them fall in love? Falling in love be the happy ending of their story? Did Enya and Jeon have to fight for their love or they will easily get their happily ever after!?

"Please,"Briggs adds, his voice lowering slightly.
"Use me, Lumi Carter."
"What do you want?" I asked straight, no hesitation.
"Let me be your next sin."Silence, clover shifts beside me. I felt it, but I don't look at her. Because my attention is locked on him.
"Allow me to redeem myself," he continues."And use me—until you're okay."
For six years, Lumi thought she had everything: a steady relationship with her devoted fiancé, Caius, and the promise of a perfect future. But the night before her engagement party, Lumi walks in on a betrayal she never imagined, Caius in the arms of her own cousin, Wren.
With her heart shattered, Lumi decides it's time to stop being the good girl. She creates a daring "sin list"—ten bold rules to break before the year ends. Rule #1: seduce a stranger.
But when that stranger turns out to be none other than Caius' older brother, the dangerously alluring and untouchable Briggs, Lumi's game of revenge ignites a fire neither of them can control.
As each "sin" on her list pushes them closer, Lumi will have to decide if vengeance is worth the price, because loving him might be the most dangerous sin of all.
WARNING: This story contains mature content, including explicit scenes, intense emotional conflict, obsessive behavior, and dark romantic elements. All characters are adults, and the narrative explores complex, sometimes uncomfortable dynamics.

Nina Ellington has spent nineteen years being invisible. To her parents. To the ballet world. To the boyfriend who says he loves her but keeps choosing everything else.

On the night she finally walks away, she crashes into a man with a broken unicorn in his hands and a dead best friend in his heart. Kane Black is everything Jessie isn't: angry, honest, and brutally real.

But he is also Jessie's brother.

When a storm, a bus crash, and a missed competition strand Nina on a Florida highway, the only person who comes looking is the one man she is supposed to avoid. The soldier with granite shoulders and a voice like gravel who tells her to stay away—and then spends the night icing her ankle, buying her ballet shoes, and watching her sleep.

The Spring Gala stage is everything Nina has ever wanted.

The only thing more dangerous than the lights is the way Kane looks at her when he thinks she isn't watching.

“I’m pregnant.” Her voice cracked.
He stared at the test like it might explode. “How long have you known?”
“Three days.”
“Three days.” He repeated it like testing the weight of a lie. “Tell me, Bella. Whose is it?”
The question hit her like a physical blow. “Yours. It’s yours, Nathaniel.”
“Don’t lie to me.” His face was a mask of cold fury. “We haven’t shared a bed in months. So I’ll ask again, whose baby is it?”


Bella Martinez thought her loveless marriage to billionaire Nathaniel Blackwood couldn't get worse, until she discovers she's pregnant. But when Nathaniel reveals he's been sterile for seven years and accuses her of cheating, Bella's world crumbles. As she fights to prove her innocence, dark family secrets emerge that threaten to destroy everything. The truth about her pregnancy is more shocking than anyone imagined, and it will either tear the Blackwood empire apart or forge an unbreakable bond between two broken souls.

Lucien Ward is a ruthless billionaire with everything—power, wealth, and charm. But beneath his cold exterior lies a dangerous truth: Lucien possesses a forbidden ability—he can control people’s desires. He hides it from the world, afraid of being seen as a monster. Until one night… he lets it slip in front of her.

Aria—his quiet, mysterious maid—accidentally walks in during one of his “episodes.” Fearing exposure, Lucien forces her to submit. She becomes his obsession, his possession, and his weakness. He thinks he's enslaving her desires, molding her body and soul to fulfill his every dark fantasy.

But Lucien doesn't know the truth.

Aria has been watching him for years.

And Aria… isn’t ordinary. With the power to manipulate thoughts and emotions, she lets him believe he’s in control—while pulling the strings from the shadows. Every move, every moment, was orchestrated by her. Even his darkest secrets… she already knows.

But in a world ruled by lust, lies, and layered betrayals—does Aria truly want Lucien’s love? Or is she playing a game so deep, even she can’t escape?

All Celene wanted was a quiet vacation, but she ended up stumbling into the devil's lap instead.
Celene Luther thought her biggest problem was writer’s block, until she realized someone was watching her. Obsessively... Intimately... Like they already knew every damn inch of her.

Cole Ryder was not a man who played by the rules. Cold-blooded, untouchable, and known as The Devil in the criminal underworld, he never wanted love. But the moment he read Celene’s words, he becomes addicted. And when he sees her? She becomes his obsession.

She is beauty, fire, and temptation to him and
He is danger, power, and sin to her
And he won’t stop until she’s his...mind, body, and soul.

"Don't you want revenge?"
"After everything he did... The affair. The lies. Firing you. Having you evicted. Turning your own mother against you. After all of that, don't you want him to pay?"
"Yes... I hate myself for it. I hate that he made me this person, but yes. I want him to hurt. I want him to feel what I felt."
"Then use me"
I caught my fiancè f**g my best friend thirty minutes before our wedding. An hour later, I was riding his father in the back of his car, still in my wedding dress.
Hudson Armstrong had me trained and broken down into the perfect and compliant woman. He thought I would swallow the humiliation, paste on a smile and walk down the aisle like nothing happened.
He thought wrong.
His father Julius? Dark-haired, cold-blooded and powerful enough to make grown men tremble. He was the kind of man who didn't ask for permission. He just took what he wanted.
When he found me shattered by his asshole of a son, he offered me an escape. A filthy, savage and absolutely depraved way out.
I should have said no. Instead, I let him peel off my white lace, shove me against the leather seats and fk me like I was his while his son stood waiting at the altar, clueless and humiliated.
One revenge f*k. One night to forget. One twisted mistake, except Julius won't let me go. His hands, his mouth and his obsession is consuming me whole and the more Hudson tries to win me back, the deeper I fall into his father's bed.

Leather straps line the wall. Hooks. Chains. A St. Andrew’s cross. There’s a goddamn sex swing in the corner sitting above a bed. A glass case holds more toys than a fetish convention. I smirk.
“Well, this is interesting,” I say, pretending I’m not already dripping wet at the sight of the spreader bars alone.
I turn to Adrian. He’s standing silently, watching me like I’m prey and predator all in one.


Selene never meant to fall into their world—
but three dominant men claim her body, her heart, and her limits.

Adrian, the controlled and quietly intense businessman, touches her soul.
John, bold, possessive, and wickedly charming, challenges her fire.
Kostas, dark, magnetic, and impossibly devoted, unravels every defense she has left.

Together, they pull Selene into a world filled with passion, pleasure, jealousy, and emotional depth she never imagined possible.

I need a fake date to my brother's wedding, and billionaire Charlie Walgrove owns a tux. Simple, right?   He’s also my sister’s boss, and I agree to let her set me up with the awkward genius, who apparently has even less luck in the dating game than a struggling artist, aka me.   We’re total opposites, but the date goes okay. We agree to be friends, the kind who won’t become lovers.    Famous last words.   On a series of “friend dates” involving bar snacks, acrylic paint and hedgehogs, I discover that Charlie is nothing like what I expected. Under his hoodie and glasses, he’s handsome and down-to-earth, stuck in a job he hates and afraid to disappoint people by walking away. His heart is as gorgeous as his hidden face.   I’ve always felt like the flaky sister in my family, but Charlie sees me as the artist I want to be. As our friendship deepens, so do my feelings for him. Maybe I’m even falling in love.   But gambling with my heart feels dangerous when all my relationships end in failure–especially if he’s only looking for a friend.   Is it only princesses that get a Happily Ever After? Or is there hope for a hot mess like me?   No Match for Her is a STANDALONE friends-to-lovers, opposites-attract romance. It is part of the Berkeley Hills series.