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My life has been a lie.

"Your mother, Amy, was an ER nurse at a local hospital in New Jersey. She was beautiful, had a good heart and was always ready to save a life. 'A life gone is one life too many.' That's what she would always say whenever I tried to ask her to spend more time with me. When she told me she was pregnant with you, I rejected the pregnancy. It was the biggest mistake of my life. When I finally realized this, it was too late." My dad sighed. "I know what you're thinking, Diana. Why didn't I want you at first, right?" I nodded my head.

"We aren't Sullivans. My real name is Lucas Brent Lockwood. Alpha of a wealthy pack situated in New Jersey and New York. I am werewolf. Your mother was human which makes you what they call a half-breed. Back then, it was forbidden for a wolf to consort with a human and produce an offspring. You were usually banished from the pack for that...to live as rogues."

"I was about to be the first Alpha to break that rule, to take your mother as my mate, my Luna. My father and brother conspired together so that wouldn't happen. They killed your mother hoping you would die with her. When you survived, they killed your mother's human family in order to kill you. I, your Uncle Mike and another Alpha from a neighboring pack saved you from the massacre. Since then, we have been in hiding, hoping my former pack would not come looking for us."

"Dad, did they try to kill me for being a half-breed?"

"No, Diana. They tried to kill you because you are my heir. You are destined to be Alpha of the Lotus Pack."

It was supposed to be a party, but it ended up in a disaster when a group of gangsters killed Kacy's parents on her 18th birthday. She had to stay in her uncle Ben's house, with his wife Dorothea and children Andre and Cathryne, making her life more difficult.
Kacy continued her studies as a college student at Springfield University and fell in love with Bryan Browne, the most troublesome guy in the campus. Soon, Kacy found out that Bryan was the leader of those gangsters who killed her parents, the son of a mafia boss.
Will Kacy still love Bryan after knowing the truth? What will she choose? Love for the man who killed her parents or justice for her parents' death?

My brother chose my enemy, and the man I loved joined forces with her to sell me into a club.
Pregnancy, miscarriage, imprisonment, beatings—every cry for help I made was dismissed as "just an act."
It wasn't until I was truly dead that they lost their minds, dropping to their knees at my grave and sobbing that they were sorry.
But by then, I could no longer hear them.

36 weeks pregnant, I was thrown into the dungeon by my own husband.

When my water broke, I desperately reached out through the mate bond, calling for him—only to discover that he had severed it with his own hands.

They lashed my swollen belly with leather whips. They injected wolfsbane into my veins. And when my baby's head began to crown, they shoved her back inside me.

All because his sister-in-law Genevieve was also in labor today—and her child had to be born as the pack's heir.

I crawled out of that dungeon, drenched in my own blood, only to find him blocking the doorway.

I knelt at his feet, clutching at his trousers, begging. "The baby is innocent. Please... just let me deliver her..."

He kicked me away in disgust. "Wait until Genevieve is done."

Later, fireworks lit up the sky. The entire pack celebrated the birth of Genevieve's heir.

I was dumped in a water cell, watching my blood slowly turn the ice-cold water crimson, feeling my daughter grow still inside me.

Only after he'd gazed adoringly at the newborn in Genevieve's arms did he finally remember me. He sent someone to fetch me from the dungeon.

But his servant returned white-faced, voice trembling:

"Alpha! The Luna... she and the baby... they're both dead!"

Everyone knows that Qin Sicheng is desperately in love with me. To cure my depression, he gave up the opportunity to study abroad and stayed by my side.
But on the day of my birthday banquet, he disappeared.
When I found him in a corner of the back garden, he was pitifully clutching the hem of my best friend Qiao Anran's dress.
That man—usually so devoted and obedient to me—now had red-rimmed eyes and a trembling voice.
"Anran, how much longer do I have to keep acting? Lin Jiaqi is already better. Please, just look back at me, won't you?"
Qiao Anran closed her eyes, her face twisted in pain, then coldly pushed him away.
"Qin Sicheng, I'll say it again: as long as Lin Jiaqi is alive, you can only be her husband. This is what you owe me, and what I owe the Lin family."
I covered my mouth, staring at the diamond ring he had just given me, my heart shattering completely.
So the husband who had always loved me so deeply—it was all an act.

In the year 2333, humanity has fallen and ruled by werewolves. Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion.
However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her.
He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave.
My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides.


“Yes please.” She begs.
“Then fucking let me in.” I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy.
It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric.
But I never claimed to be saint.
“Here that baby, that’s the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me.”
“Lazarus.” She moans painfully, “Please let me come.”
I’m doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I’m definitely hurting her, “Wanna come?” I rasped, “Not until I say so.”
Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks.
“Fuck yes.” I smile sadistically, licking her tears. “Cry for me Ma Cherie.”
“Please, please let me come My King.” She pleads.
“Say it again.” Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, “My King, please let me come. I’ll be good.”
I chuckled, “Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you.”

An epic cold snap struck, causing temperatures to plummet to minus eighty degrees Celsius.
My fiancée and best friend occupied my hillside villa, laughing hysterically as they watched a video of me nearly freezing to death.
In their eyes, once I turned into a solid block of ice, they could rightfully inherit my vast fortune and live in this warm, doomsday Noah's Ark.
But what they didn't know was that the video was n't real at all .
I stood in the temperature-controlled bunker twenty meters below them and cut off their main power.
The hunt was about to begin.

"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.

Every July, my husband left for a business trip to France—so for seven full years of marriage, we never once got to celebrate our wedding anniversary.
This time, I flew all the way to France to surprise him, and mid-flight, I stumbled across a social media post.
My dream girl finally agreed to be with me. How do I make the frumpy, worn-out wife back home file for divorce on her own?
The OP poured out his grievances in the comment section:
When my dream girl suddenly moved abroad, I married her former best friend to keep me company through the hard times, just so I wouldn’t lose touch with her completely.
Now she’s finally said yes to being with me, and I’ve made enough to give her the lavish, privileged life she deserves.
I want my wife to find out about my affair herself so I can get a clean divorce without a fight, but she’s so painfully oblivious. I’ve come home reeking of my dream girl’s perfume on purpose, and every single July I fly here to France for our private time together, watching the lavender bloom in Provence with her. She never noticed a thing.
Perfume. July. France.
Those matching details made my fingers go numb. A deafening buzz exploded in my skull. A bone-deep chill washed over me, and I prayed with everything I had that it was all just a terrible coincidence.
Until I read the final line.
Just got a spending alert from her supplementary credit card—she bought a flight to France. I’m heading to pick up my dream girl now, might as well keep an eye out for her, just in case.
The plane touched down. When I stepped into the arrivals hall, I lifted my head almost instinctively.
There stood Shen Sinian, the man I hadn’t seen in two weeks, in a crisp, tailored suit, a bouquet of roses in his hand, locked in a passionate kiss with a woman with a stunning, willowy figure, her back to me.
He opened his eyes by chance, and through the crowd of travelers, his gaze locked directly with mine.

The dealership called to inform me that my Rolls-Royce Starlight Headliner had been replaced with a pink one and was ready for pickup.
I was bewildered. I hadn't driven that car in ages—why would anyone change the headliner without my knowledge?
I confronted my husband, who managed our garage, demanding an explanation.
"Honey, maybe they got their wires crossed. I'll swing by the dealership later and sort it out."
I wasn't about to waste my breath. Instead, I called my friend directly—she happened to own the dealership.
"William's having an affair. I'm going to catch him red-handed."

My fiancé has tried to kill me seventeen times.

Everyone says I'm cursed by the Moon Goddess. Five years, seventeen mating ceremonies—all ending in blood.

An eagle's talons through my spine. Poisoned wine that stopped my heart. Ritual flames that charred my skin. Each time, I survived. Each time, Kael Silverblade held my hand and swore it was fate's cruelty, not his.

I believed him.

Until the seventeenth time.

Blood moon. Three assassins. Nine bone blades cutting precise lines across my body—missing every vital organ, maximizing the pain. I writhed on the sacred stones, screaming until my voice broke.

Three days later, still wrapped in bandages, I heard him talking to his lieutenant outside the healing den.

"Lord Silverblade, she almost died this time. Maybe we should—"

"No." Kael's voice was ice. "Her brother saved my life. My grandfather swore a blood debt—a mating bond to repay it. But goddammit, I love Vira. I've always loved Vira. Not her."

Silence.

"Keep the accidents coming," he said. "As long as she won't let go, we keep going. She'll break eventually. She has to."

I pressed against the wall, tears streaming down my face.

Seventeen times. Not curses. Not fate.

Him.

The male I'd loved since I was sixteen.

But here's what Kael doesn't know—this time, he finally wins.

I won't survive the next full moon.

When my parents forced me to donate my organs to my sister, I didn't refuse or run away. I just quietly signed the surgical consent forms, willingly giving my kidney to Vivienne, their beloved daughter.

A few months ago, my sister was hospitalized with kidney failure. The doctor said she needed a transplant. My family's first thought was me—the backup daughter they'd kept around all these years.

When my husband Allen took my hand with tears in his eyes and said, "Only you can save her," I agreed without hesitation.

When the doctor explained the surgical risks and potential complications, I smiled and nodded my understanding.

My parents said I'd finally learned what sisterly love meant.

Even Allen, who'd always been cold to me, held my hand gently and said, "The surgery's safe. You're so healthy, nothing will go wrong. When you recover, I'll take you to Hawaii."

But they don't know that no matter how the surgery goes, I won't be around to celebrate.

Because I just got my own test results—I have terminal brain cancer. I'm going to die anyway.

Reborn one year before the zombie outbreak, I awakened a supernatural storage space. I stocked massive daily supplies and transformed a secret mountain cave into an impenetrable fortress. I protect my grandma, take revenge on greedy relatives, fight mutated beasts and intelligent zombie monsters, and wait for the rebirth of human civilization in the end times.

"I need an accident—one that looks fatal," I said calmly into the encrypted phone. "It's the only way to escape him."
Rumors swirl that this man—the underworld boss who controls half of Europe’s shadow economy—loves me beyond reason.
They say he defied his entire family for me. That this ruthless killer laid down his weapons just to cook me a meal.
For years, he made the world believe I was his one weakness—and even I almost believed it.
But instinct in a life-or-death moment doesn’t lie.
When bullets shattered the car window, he yanked the steering wheel on reflex—shielding my adopted sister in the passenger seat while leaving me, his wife, fully exposed to the hail of gunfire.
As I lay bleeding, desperately trying to protect our unborn child… he was busy cradling her in his arms.
While I endured everything for our future, he signed over the estate—the one he promised would be our retire place—to that lying sister.
That’s when I knew: some loves are just performances for the living.
So I gave him exactly what he wanted.
I left behind a positive pregnancy test—six weeks along—and drove straight into the deep ocean, staging the most brutal finale right before his eyes.

Everyone said I was just a shadow of Ethan, that I was nothing without him.
So during the tryouts, to comfort his "scared" sweetheart, he let go mid-jump, almost costing me my life.
He was betting I couldn't leave him, that I'd forgive him like I did the last eighteen times.
But he lost.
This time, I didn't cry or throw a fit.
I simply tossed the apartment key that symbolized our seven years together into the trash, then turned and walked toward my own world championship.

" I need a mate. Someone who can live this life with me and can love my son."
Just like the woman standing at the end of the hall. The red complimented her dark mahogany curls and deep brown eyes. She was pretty. All his nannies had been.

Though, as she stood, he felt that primal need rise up in him. It really had been too long since he’d fed. He felt the surge of desire coarse through his body, his pants tightening.

*****Bram's a vampire who finds a child on the streets and decides to bring him back home to live with him.
To make things easier for him between his businesses and learning to take care of a child, he goes in search of a nanny.

Izabella, who he swears won't fall for Bram's charm. She's young, and has decided to devote herself to her religion and demands to wait for marriage before having sex.

Bidding one million dollars for a single kiss from Finn Collins, a charming bartender whose rugged good looks and carefree spirit are worlds apart from her meticulously calculated life, Eva Sinclair sends shockwaves through the crowd at the charity gala. In the glamorous world of high-stakes entrepreneurship, she is a force to be reckoned with—dashing, stunning, and driven by a fierce ambition that knows no bounds.

As the auctioneer’s gavel falls, gasps ripple through the room. Eva stands tall, a confident smile playing on her lips, while Finn, taken aback, raises an eyebrow in surprise. The evening’s atmosphere shifts, charged with excitement and curiosity. Eva’s audacity has ignited intrigue among the elite attendees, and whispers fill the air about this unexpected bid—a sum that could fund entire philanthropic projects, now traded for a fleeting moment of intimacy.

Finn steps forward, a smirk on his face, intrigued by the audacious woman who just disrupted the gala. Beneath his relaxed demeanor lies a depth that captivates those around him, and Eva’s boldness sparks a connection neither anticipated. As they prepare for the kiss, the stakes rise higher than either can imagine, blurring the lines between ambition and desire and setting the stage for an unexpected romance that could change both their lives forever.

For Eva, this audacious act is more than a whimsical indulgence; it’s a calculated gamble tied to a secret that could change her fortune forever. Only she knows that Finn holds the key to a deal worth billions—an exclusive opportunity that could propel her business empire to unimaginable heights. This kiss is not just a playful gesture; it’s a strategic move to secure an invaluable alliance, a bold declaration to disrupt the stagnant norms of her cutthroat industry and show her competitors that she’s unafraid to take risks.

I took the blame for my wife and went to jail, thinking I was protecting our family.

Five years later, when I was released from prison, my mansion was confiscated, my company fell into the hands of my younger brother, and the woman I loved with all my heart was nestled in my brother's arms, mocking my misfortune.

They had been having an affair for a long time, and even my imprisonment was a conspiracy meticulously planned by this despicable couple! What makes me even more furious is that my precious daughter was abandoned on the street like a stray dog, and subjected to beatings and bullying by their illegitimate son .

They thought that by draining my blood, they could forever condemn me to oblivion.

But they forgot that I was once an unparalleled genius in the business world.

Someone posted a love confession to me on the campus board the same week I got nominated for the Outstanding Thesis Award. By that evening, my roommate's boyfriend had already commented—claiming I'd slept with our professor and faked my entire thesis.
My roommate swore she'd handle it.
She didn't.
A used condom appeared at my lab bench. Photos of a woman leaving my advisor's building at 2 a.m. went viral. The university pulled my thesis. My professor told me to disappear quietly. My parents drove six hours to slap me and tell me my sister would never.
I lost my degree, my family, and my name. Then I lost my life.
The night I died, I finally saw what I'd missed in those photos—a detail that proved it was never me.
I woke up three weeks before my thesis defense.
I remember everything. And this time, I'm not keeping quiet.

I live with a man who wants to destroy me.

Stephen Kinsley doesn’t just hate me—he wants to break me. Ruin me. Make me suffer for the sins of my father, the man who murdered his mother in cold blood.

Now, I’m trapped in his territory, forced to obey his rules, surrounded by a pack that would tear me apart if given the chance.

Stephen watches me like a predator stalking prey. He pushes, taunts, and waits for the moment I shatter. But beneath his fury, there’s something darker. Something twisted.

Because the more he hurts me, the more he seems to enjoy it.

And the most terrifying part?

I think I do too.

This isn’t just revenge. This is war. And when it ends, one of us won’t make it out alive.

"I knew he was trouble the moment I walked into our shared house. The way his hands gripped my waist when no one was looking, the way his voice dipped when he said my name, it wasn’t just wrong, it was dangerous. He wasn’t just my stepbrother, he was my undoing."


All Evie Hayes wanted was to finish her college degree in peace, far from the chaos of her past. But when she moves into her stepfather’s house near Ravencrest University, she finds herself stuck with Ryder Kingsley, her stepbrother and the school’s golden boy. Ryder is everything she’s sworn to avoid, arrogant, infuriatingly handsome, and completely off-limits. When late-night arguments turn into stolen touches, their forbidden connection becomes impossible to ignore. But in a world where secrets don’t stay hidden, someone’s bound to uncover the truth. And when they do, Ryder and Evie will have to decide if the risk is worth the ruin.

Let's see, this will be the 27th time I've had to pretend I've had an orgasm?
I'm not sure that anyone, aside from myself, will ever get me to cu.m again, not since him. Is this what sx is going to be like the rest of my life? If so, shoot me now.
I would like to believe that I could keep to myself rather than continue this hopeless journey, but here I am, hovering over Kyle's face in hopes I'm wrong and he has somehow figured out how to bring me the pleasure I so desperately seek.
Nope. Nothing but fcking licks to my thigh. Come on, Kyle. You're killing me.
Three years I've gone without the torment of my bullies, thinking I left them behind in high school. God, was I wrong. Blaze, Thorne, and Ryder never left, they only watched from the shadows...waiting.
They've re-entered my life in whirlwind of violence, and to stop them, I offered myself in exchange. Little did I know what I was getting myself into, now being held captive in their home. All this time I thought they hated me, but I'm learning that wasn't it at all. There's a fine line between love and hate and I'm certainly walking it.

Rowena, the alpha's daughter, is an anomaly — a nerd without a wolf, long bullied. Her brother Eric, a famed warrior and playboy, is disbelieved to be her sibling. Neither has met their fated mate.
At 18, Rowena senses a shift in Eric's look, viewing her not just as a sister but something more enticing...
Eric: (Damn, how do I reveal to her that she's actually my fated mate?)

"Make no mistake about it, hellcat," his husky breath caresses my jawline, "when I f*ck you,it will be merciless and brutal... I am not a man that respects boundaries."
In a world where werewolf packs vie for dominance, Elara, the defiant Alpha Queen, finds herself prisoner after her kingdom falls to the ruthless FitzGerald. Stripped of her crown and title, she is subjected to his harsh subjugation and cruelty.
Yet Elara cannot shake her dangerous obsession with her captor, even as she plots resistance. When her loyal friend Amara is condemned to a traitor's death for aiding Elara's escape, she will do anything to save her -even sacrificing her body and pride to the man she hates most.
Caught in a vicious power struggle where one false move means death, Elara must navigate FitzGerald's sadistic mind games.
Can she resist the dark allure of submitting to this dominant Alpha? Or will she lose herself utterly in his ruthless pursuit to break her indomitable spirit?
In this searing tale of dominance, shame, and forbidden desire, loyalties will be tested and lines crossed. Elara and FitzGerald are drawn into an intoxicating web of hatred, obsession, and explosive passion that will push them both to the brink of insanity. Only one can emerge the victor in this primal battle of wills.

Clinton has always loved his childhood friend Celine, but she’s set her sights on Cloud Smith, a perfect billionaire CEO. Hoping to win her over, Clinton takes a job as Cloud’s bodyguard, planning to find his flaws. But as he spends time with Cloud, he discovers a different side of him—kind, vulnerable, and carrying a dark secret. Torn between exposing Cloud’s past or protecting him, Clinton uncovers a shocking betrayal by Celine. Now, he faces a choice: Does he continue to fight for a love that’s never been real, or will he risk everything to protect the man he’s falling for?

Two things matter in my captor’s twisted world of crime…Power and money.
He stole me to gain both.

He’s a coldhearted monster with a reputation for violence.
So how can his touch make me ache with such need?

I refuse his proposal of marriage, of course.
But Anthony Rodriguez didn’t break in to listen to reason.
He’s going to make me his mafia bride.

Whether I want to or not.

I’m the Russian Mafia princess who caught the eye of the enemy.

Being kidnapped is nothing but business.
My dad is going to hunt this ruthless animal down.

That’s what I should be rooting for…

I should hate Anthony Rodriguez.
But when the corded muscles of his tattooed arms pull me in,
I feel safer than I ever have.

He watches me through the security cameras 24/7.
I find power in giving him something to look at.

My entire life has been controlled by my dad. But he is a dangerous stranger in my bed, clamping a rough hand over my mouth and warning me to stay silent.

I don’t know why my father stole from the American mafia when he has everything. And my terrifying intruder doesn’t care about the reason.

He just wants to claim a debt from my quivering body. But under his command and sheets, I’m discovering a new strength. I’m becoming this man's undoing.

Despite being trapped, at his mercy, and stolen from my family…
I might never want to leave my place stationed under him.

‘Kidnapped by my ruthless fiance’ is an enemies-to-lovers, Stockholm syndrome, cartel mafia romance.

[...] “Listen carefully to my words… If you want this pretty ass of yours to be marked by my fingers, you should be respectful and say only yes, sir.”
His other hand finally returns to my ass, but not in the way I’d like.
“I’m not going to repeat myself… do you understand?” Mr. Pollock asks, but he’s squeezing my throat, and I can’t answer him.
He’s stealing my breath, and all I can do is nod helplessly, listening to his sigh.
“What did I just say?” He squeezes a little tighter, making me gasp. “Hum?”
“Y- Yes, sir.” My voice comes out strangled while I rub myself against the bulge in his pants, making the chain of the clamp stretch and pinch my clit a little harder.
“Good girl.” [...]
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By day, Victoria is a successful manager known as the Iron Lady. By night, she's a submissive famous in the BDSM world for not liking to submit.
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With her boss's retirement, Victoria was confident she would be promoted. However, when his nephew is assigned the new CEO, her dream is shattered, and she's forced to work directly under the command of this arrogant, irresistibly seductive man…
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ㅤVictoria just didn't expect that her new boss also had another identity… A Dom known for teaching the way of a perfect submissive, and with no problem exposing his kinky side — unlike her, who had kept this secret by lock and key…
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ㅤAt least, that's what she's been doing all this time... until Abraham Pollock came into her life and put both of her worlds upside down.
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+18 READERS ONLY • BDSM

The night before the SAT, I brought homemade pastries from our bakery to share with the whole class.

The next day, over thirty students collapsed at the testing center. The exam was voided.

I became the target of everyone's rage. My family fell apart. I ended up in a detention cell.

The internet tore me apart. My classmate Lainey Prescott went on camera sobbing, saying all she wanted was for me to own up to what I did.

While I was in detention, I found out my mom had a mental breakdown and jumped off the overpass outside of town.

That same night, I went into the river too. The water was freezing.

When I open my eyes, Lainey is right there. She's holding that same sheet of paper with everyone's signatures, smiling like nothing's wrong, eyes just as calculating as I remember.

I'm back.

And this time, I'm not making anything for anyone.

She baked his pack to perfection for five years, only to overhear she was just the “cheaper version” of his fated mate.

When Alpha Brian slaps her, abandons her in flames, and chooses the villainess who faked everything… Angela walks away, rejects him forever, returns home as the hidden heiress of a powerhouse pack, marries the Lycan King who worships her and watches her ex spiral into madness.

"Lucinda Wipere, are you that desperate? Coming to a bar to find men!"

I saw a man who looked exactly like my fiancé, and fueled by liquid courage, I threw my arms around him.

"That bastard Leopold rekindled with his first love. It's so unfair. He was my first love—I can't go back to mine like he did..."

Maybe it was my imagination, but I actually smelled Leopold's scent on this person. "Will you be my first love? Everyone else has abandoned me. Will you have me?"

When the person didn't respond, I felt hurt and angry. Leopold didn't want me, and now this substitute was rejecting me too!

Impulsively, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. After a few moments, he gripped the back of my neck, turning my passive advance into his dominance as he flipped me onto the bed.

"Lucinda, you brought this on yourself."
Continuously updating, with 2 chapters added daily.

Betrayed by the man she once called husband, Cassia Munroe learned the hard way that love doesn’t always come with loyalty. She was never his first choice, but their child was everything. And when she asked for a divorce, she was forced to make the most painful sacrifice of all… leaving her five-year-old daughter behind.
That loss became her fire.
Years later, the world knows her name — not as the woman Frederick Jones discarded, but as a self-made powerhouse. A world-class chef. A renowned fitness mogul. A secret cybersecurity genius. A billionaire investor who could crush empires with a single trade.
But the man who broke her has no idea that the empire she built was born from the ashes he left her in.
Now Frederick wants what he once threw away. Yet Cassis’s heart is no longer his to claim.
Because a mysterious man just shook the world with a single tweet:
“My wife is the most beautiful woman alive.
And the photo attached?
Cassia Munroe.
The woman everyone thought was broken has just become the one thing every billionaire in the world wants.

When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper.
Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn’t love her, but that was the last straw for the camel’s back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore.
When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression,
"Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce."
The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.

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.

"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?

The image of him being happy and loving with my best friend felt like betrayal. It felt like he had launched a knife into my heart while I was struggling to breathe.
How could he betray me this way? How could he betray me with my best friend? "
You said you loved me." I cried out and brushed the tears running down my face away.
He stared at me, and the coldness in his eyes mirrored the one his mother always had for me. "That was my greatest mistake." I felt cold.
Once Imela believed love was enough, now not anymore. Love was just another lie that the weak believed in to keep them from seeing the truth: that there was no place for people like them in this world.

"Xin," Isabel calls sweetly when he enters her room. Maybe he had come to stay the night. It would be nice.
She had always wanted to please him, to make him accept her and treat her as the wife that she was.
But the man remains as cold as always. He does not say a word. Instead, he extends a document toward her.
Confused, she takes a look, and tears form in her eyes when she realizes that it is a divorce agreement. His name is already signed.
"You want us divorced? Did I do something wrong?" she asks as a tear falls from her eyes. "Xin, we have been married for one year! Why are you doing this to me?"
But, as usual, he doesn't say a word. He turns around and walks away, as though she wasn't talking to him.
"Keep dreaming! I am not signing this," Isabel says, throwing it away. She had tried so much to be a good wife to him, but he had even touched me.
Next evening.
"Birdie, do you have any idea where Xin is? He hasn't come home since yesterday," she asks over the phone.
Birdie is silent for a while. Then he sighs. "Miss, I think you need to know this. His ex-girlfriend returned. He is with her right now," he says.
"Send me his address!" she shouts and gets out of bed. But when she sees the two of them, her heart goes numb.
He has that smile on his face as he looks at that woman, one that Isabel had never seen before. She realizes that he was never hers to begin with.
Crying, she goes back home, signs the divorce agreement, and leaves.
…
Xin walks to his house, but no one is waiting for him like he used to.
"Where is she?" He begins speaking, but he stops when he remembers that she is gone.
"Damn it!" He curses and makes a call. "Find out where my wife is!" He orders.
…
Two years later,
"Wife, I missed you so much. Will you give me a kiss?"
Will she give in to him even after she realizes that he is the villain who took away her dad's company?
What about his hidden identity? Would she still want to associate with him?

"Dominic," I murmured, though I wasn't sure if I was trying to stop him or encourage him.
His hands slid lower, gripping my waist as he pressed me against the closest wall, the contrast of temperatures sent a shock through me, heightening every sensation.
Victoria's perfect life crumbles when she discovers her husband, Ethan, cheating with her best friend, Lily. Heartbroken, she flees and finds herself drawn to Dominic, a charismatic CEO. As Ethan steals her assets and Lily's jealousy turns violent, Dominic saves her and helps her rebuild her life.
Victoria reignites her passion for jewelry design, exposes Ethan and Lily's schemes, and helps bring down Ethan's company. Just as they face ruin, Dominic's adopted sister, Eva, returns and allies with Ethan and Lily, threatening Victoria's newfound happiness. In a battle of betrayal and resilience, will Victoria and Dominic's love prevail?

"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?

She loved him long before he ever chose her.
He married her without ever loving her.

Nia Malik walked into marriage with hope in her heart and patience in her soul—only to spend three years as a ghost in her own home. No affection. No loyalty. No protection. Just cold silence… and quiet betrayal.

The night she plans to tell her husband she’s pregnant, he walks out—straight into the arms of the only woman he ever loved.

Humiliated. Discarded. Left bleeding on the floor while he carries another woman away, Nia doesn’t just lose her marriage. She loses her unborn child.

And the woman who loved unconditionally dies with it.

From the ashes of heartbreak, a new Nia rises—sharp, strategic, and unstoppable. She forges a dangerous alliance with the one man powerful enough to destroy her ex-husband. Pain turns into power. Tears into tactics. And love is no longer a weakness she can afford.

But revenge has rules.
And betrayal always comes with a price.

As Nia steps into a world of wealth, influence, and carefully planned vengeance, her past refuses to stay buried. The man who broke her wants her back. The woman who replaced her fears her return. And the line between justice and obsession begins to blur.

She was once the wife he ignored.
Now she is the ex-wife he will regret losing.

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!

It has been three years since Hailey and Knox signed a marriage agreement. It was an impromptu agreement where everyone got their share of the deal. Knox got a beautiful wife to please his grandmother.
However for Hailey...
Her father's crumbling family business was revived. The only reward she was getting out of the deal was the clause where it was stated that none of them was obligated to perform sexual marital rites towards the other.

But, Knox's grandmother died and the contract was no longer valid. However after the divorce, the man was beginning to feel the void left of her presence in his life. He began to notice her more. Until eventually, he found himself falling in love with his ex wife.

Do all men lose interest in their wives after marriage?

We’ve been married for five years, and he never touched me.

At first he said he wasn’t well, so I was understanding. Later he recovered, but still kept me far away.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, my sister came in for a check-up, clearly pregnant with his child.

The truth hit me hard: he wasn’t incapable. He was just incapable with me.

I drew up the divorce papers, ready to end this empty marriage.

On the reason for divorce, I wrote with my own hand:

“Male sexual dysfunction; no marital relations in five years.”

He only smiled coldly when he saw it.

A week later, in the urology clinic.

I put on my medical gloves, looked at him, and said calmly:

“Sir, will you undress yourself, or shall I help you?”

His disapproval didn’t take away my confidence.

I still embraced better things in my career and love life!

But his life started to be filled with one accident after another.

After sleeping for a thousand years, I returned to the ancestral castle that was supposed to be mine.
Only to find my throne torn down and turned into an auction block for the black market, my territory carved up clean by traitors.
And my only pureblood descendant in this world was actually being auctioned off like livestock—covered in blood, chained up with a cheap dog collar around his neck.
The entire room of nobles and elites mistook me for the lowest kind of half-blood trash, mocking me as a rat too stupid to know when he was dead.
The usurper, eager to curry favor with the Abyss, shouted that he would drain me dry and offer my blood as a tribute to the three pureblood princes deep within the Abyss.
Then the void split open, and those three supreme princes—the untouchable monsters the world worshiped—truly descended.
Under the horrified gaze of more than a thousand nobles and elites, those three ancient monsters threw themselves at my feet, scrambling and crawling, wailing in terror without even daring to raise their heads:
"Your unworthy descendants... welcome the Ancestor's return!!!"

Lucas Grey becomes the head of his family at sixteen. he realizes that his parents death wasn't an accident. His main goals are to take care of his two sisters and find his parents killer.
Lucas finds his bonded half but she doesn't want him, a brutal attack makes her go into hiding and Lucas has to suffer her nightmares.
By chance they meet again and the bond is as strong as ever. Lucas is stubborn, slow to forgive and Rylee is afraid of loving him.
Follow their story as they get pulled together by their bond but pushed apart by their actions as Lucas tries to lead his lair and protect his family.

"See how easy it is to excite you," I said as my fingers pushed inside her. Her whole body stiffened as she looked at me.
"I don't love you Rylee and I wouldn't fuck you even if you begged for it."
Her hand made contact with my cheek as she slapped me as hard as she could and it stung a little as she pushed herself up and away from me.
"I fucking hate you," she said coldly and walked over to the bed.
"You hate me? I hate you back!" I yelled at her.
"You expect me to believe your story but you won't believe mine!"
"You can't even remember what the fuck you did that night. I saw you coming out of the bathroom with him following you! Can you honestly tell me you remember what you did in there?"
"I know myself and I wouldn't sleep with some random stranger," she said as she looked at me.
"Except that you did."