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Emmalyn had always lived along, tucked away safely in her sanctuary. The thought that it wasn’t safe nagged at the back of her mind when she did have to leave. After all, she needed things she couldn’t provide. It was on one of those trips when they spotted her. She healed a hurt child. Now, the wolves and vampires both know who she is and where she is.

Taken with little resistance, they spirited away Emmalyn away in one of their wagons. Emmalyn was not expecting to be traveling in the company of wolves, handsome wolves at that.

Their prophecy differs from the one she learned. Emmalyn only knew that she would help keep balance in the forest. They taught the wolves she would bring change and rebirth with a golden trilogy. For the vampires, she was the key to bringing their long-dead legend back to life at the expense of her own.

Will the wolves be able to keep Emmalyn safe? Will the vampires ever relent in their constant search for her?

TBD

Rancher Stetson isn’t happy to meet city girl Jennifer, who’s been sent to audit his farm by a bank. But when a washed-out road forces Jennifer to spend the night at the ranch, passion results. Will their romance be able to last?

Talia Ashford has spent fifteen years hiding behind a glamour charm that makes her look plain, weak, and forgettable. Her stepmother, Vivienne Cress, reduced her to a servant after her mother disappeared in a mysterious fire. The pack believes Talia is worthless. On the day the Alpha of Shadowfang arrives, Celeste hits Talia and blames her for bad luck. But when Talia is called to the bonding ceremony, the bonding stone reveals a shocking truth. Talia is already bonded to Kaelen Frost, the cold and powerful Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack. Now Talia must survive her stepmother's schemes, hide her true powers, and uncover the truth about her mother – all while convincing the most dangerous wolf in the territory that she is not the weakling everyone believes her to be.

What if Serelina was never meant to survive that night? Serelina wakes up in a hospital with no memory of how she got there. No ID. No injuries. No answers. Just a shadowy impression of a man in a dark suit. And a laugh that wont leave her mind. As strange visions flicker at the edge of her dreams, and her instincts sharpen into something almost inhuman. Changing in side of her. She begins to realize that what happening to her might be far more dangerous than amnesia. Someone tried to do something to her. Someone else didn't let it happen. But who are they? Why was all this happening? But most importantly. What exactly was happening to her?

Three years ago, Nora Hart's seventeen-year-old daughter died after a charity party hosted by Hartley's most powerful medical family. The official record called it a voluntary overdose. Nora knew better: her daughter had called for help, the ambulance had been delayed, and someone had rewritten the truth before sunrise.

Now Nora has a new name, a quiet job inside Calder Health Network, and access to the files no grieving mother was ever meant to see. She will not beg the Calders for justice. She will let their own payments, reports, recordings, and betrayals lead them into the open.

But when the first accomplice panics, Nora discovers the cover-up reaches deeper than one spoiled heir. The man who buried her daughter's name is preparing to announce a billion-dollar merger in front of donors, cameras, and politicians.

This time, Nora intends to make sure everyone hears what really happened at the lake.

I was betrayed, cheated on, and ruthlessly schemed against by my own husband. Cornered by him and his mistress, I was forced to leap off a cliff. No one expected that I would survive the fatal fall. I carved out a bloody path for myself in Silicon Valley and rose to become the sharpest, youngest queen across the entire capital circle. Three years later, he knelt before me in utter disarray, weeping brokenly. Meanwhile, draped in a white wedding gown, I was held securely in my bridegroom’s arms. It was in that moment that he finally comprehended—losing me was the harshest retribution he would ever endure for the rest of his life.

Investigative reporter Mira Sutton has built her career on uncovering the truth. But when a suspicious warehouse fire leads her to Elysium Shipping, she finds herself tangled in a conspiracy far deadlier than she ever imagined.

Standing in her way is Kieran Vale, the powerful billionaire president of the Vale Group. Cold, guarded, and still haunted by the mysterious death of his wife, Kieran has no reason to trust the relentless reporter who keeps showing up where she shouldn't.

They clashed, and they challenged each other.

But despite every reason to stay apart, the line between suspicion and attraction begins to blur.

But someone is always one step ahead.

Evidence disappears. Witnesses are silenced. Betrayal hides behind familiar faces. And as the danger closes in, Mira and Kieran realize they aren't just searching for the truth, they're fighting to stay alive.

In a game where every secret has a price and every heartbeat could be their last, will love become their greatest strength... or the weapon that destroys them both?

I bled for her company.
Literally.
Seventy-two hours straight at the keyboard until my nose dripped blood onto the keys.
She couldn't answer thirty calls while I lay dying—she was too busy riding her boy toy in Cabo.
So I did what any good programmer does with corrupted files.
I hit delete.
On everything.
Her access. Her code. Her future.
What I built, I could destroy.

A wealthy heir was ordered to seduce me, intending to photograph me in compromising positions to destroy my reputation.
At midnight, his hands trembled as he prepared to send the photos, but I coldly exposed his cowardice and ambition.
That night, he deleted all the evidence before my eyes, his gaze filled with complete fanaticism and submission.
Later, he knelt on one knee with a diamond ring, but I poured myself a drink: "I don't need a partner to share power with—I just need an obedient dog."

I walked into Jake's office his back to me.
"You’ve been avoiding me,” I said, the words trembling more than I wanted.
Jake didn’t turn. His voice came low, tight. “Because I’m trying to protect you.”
“From what? You?” I laughed bitterly. “Too late.”
He turned, and I forgot how to breathe.
His eyes weren’t soft. They were storm-dark. Furious. And terrified.
“I would burn down this entire territory to protect what’s mine,” he growled, stepping in so close I could feel the heat pouring off his skin. “But if I touch you now, Prisca, I won’t be able to stop.”
His hand brushed my stomach, tentative. Reverent.
“My babies,” he whispered, the first time I’d heard him claim them. Claim me.
I reached up, touched his face. “Then don’t stop.”
For a moment, everything stilled.
Then his lips crashed into mine like a dam breaking — all the rage, the fear, the hunger he’d buried spilled into that kiss. His hands tangled in my hair, mine clawed at his back, and there was nothing soft about it. We were burning with need and every bad decision we’d ever made colliding into one impossible night.
When we broke apart, breathless, bruised, undone, he didn’t say it out loud.
But he didn’t have to.
His touch said it.


The world of Prisca McHawlin is shattered when she discovers that not only is her biological father alive, but her true identity has been hidden from her. Prisca is no ordinary girl—she’s half-lycan and half-witch, born into two powerful, mystical bloodlines.
As she grapples with her newfound identity, another shock awaits her: Jake,her fated mate. He rejects the sacred bond between them, considering it weakness that threatens his thirst for power. Being the heir to an ancient and royal Lycanthrope dynasty,

Vanessa never believed life could truly break her—until it did.

Raised in hardship, she learned early how to survive with grit, dignity, and relentless determination. But when her father, Jonas, collapses under a mysterious and deadly illness, Vanessa’s fragile world crumbles overnight. Hospital bills pile up. Their money disappears. And the people who promised to stand by them—her stepmother and stepsister—walk away without looking back.

What Vanessa doesn’t know is that her father’s life is already forfeit.

Jonas owes an impossible debt to Alaric Moretti, a ruthless Mafia lord whispered about in fear and blood-soaked rumors. Alaric is power incarnate—cold, merciless, and untouchable. When Vanessa is dragged into his world, she expects cruelty. What she doesn’t expect is destiny.

The moment Alaric sees her, something ancient and uncontrollable snaps into place.

Vanessa is his fated mate—a bond so rare it should be sacred. Instead, Alaric rejects it. He refuses her, despises the weakness she awakens in him, and treats her like a bargaining chip rather than a miracle.

To erase Jonas’s debt, Alaric makes a demand that turns Vanessa’s blood to ice: she must sacrifice herself—her blood, her lung—to save his dying girlfriend, Emma. It’s a sentence disguised as mercy.

But Vanessa is no victim.

She counters with a deal of her own—one that shocks even the feared Mafia king. She will comply… only if Alaric marries her. A contract marriage to secure her father’s treatment and protect her siblings’ future.

No love. No promises. Just survival.

Yet in a world ruled by violence, secrets, and fate itself, pretending not to feel might be the deadliest lie of all.

This story opens with a passage that is rarely used by other writers. Even though this story tells about a CEO, it does not necessarily depict a healthy CEO. perfect physique, and contracts that harm the woman. This story also provides another treat, where an ordinary woman is able to make a CEO fall in love with her.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Jeremiah said, his voice a low growl. “Not when you smell like that.”

“Like what?” I whispered, stepping closer until I could feel the heat rolling off him.

He turned slowly, eyes dark, locked on mine — then lower, to the dip of my dress, to the bare line of skin he’d once kissed like a vow. “Like temptation.”

My breath caught as he closed the space between us.

“You think I don’t dream of you?” he murmured, his voice thick with restraint. “Of touching you? Tasting you? Every night I remember what you sound like when you beg.”

My knees weakened.

“Then why do you push me away?” I breathed.

He leaned in, his mouth barely grazing the shell of my ear. “Because if I take you again, Astrid, I won’t stop.”

I turned my face, just enough for our lips to nearly touch. “Then don’t.”

Then he stepped back, eyes burning.

“Not yet,” he said roughly. “But soon, little wolf. When I take you, it won’t be gentle. It’ll be war.”


Astrid was never meant to be ordinary. She stands as the heir to her father's throne. Yet, her path to power is fraught with danger, for many despise her existence and refuse to accept a female as their future ruler.

The complexities of Astrid's life deepen when she discovers her destined mate, Alpha Jeremiah. He is cold, ruthless, and unapologetically cocky, with a profound distaste for her kind. Jeremiah marks her, not out of love, but because he envisions her as the key to seizing the mighty Lycan King's territory and pack, a bid for ultimate power.

Love and betrayal intertwine as Astrid navigates a treacherous path, torn between her heart's desires and the demands of her destiny.

It has been years now since the wild beasts took over the world . They might look human, but do not be deceived they are monsters, and they have almost wiped out the entire human race. 'We' are part of the few surviving humans in what was once known as the United States of America. We hide ,we fight for food ,we keep each other safe, and most importantly, we do whatever it takes to survive. They call themselves 'werewolves' ,half man and half beast the most vicious monsters on this planet . Some say they were The First creatures to exist before humans and now they are back to take back the world. Some humans even worship them as Gods.Nobody knows how they came to exist or why ... maybe it's a sign... maybe this is the end of the world.

(copyright2024)

Hera finds herself being the decoy of a mafia boss’s wife after the wife has been kidnapped. Hera’s brother, king of ALL Mediterranean mafia families, is against it from the beginning. But Hera has a secret she’s only told her aunt. And when the identity of the boss she must pretend to be married to is revealed, her whole world gets turned upside down. Hera and the mafia boss fall in love, but this complicates things for Hera’s brother. Whom dispatches someone under his direct ranks to go to America and keep Hera distracted while the brother plots against the boss.

In the eerie silence that followed the screams, his whispered words brushed against my ear like a chilling promise. Frozen in place, I stared wide-eyed at the lifeless forms that now surrounded us. Who was he? What unfathomable force animated his deadly being, sparing me from its wrath?

As my voice trembled in an attempt to retreat from the enigma before me, a wave of terror anchored my feet to the ground. His presence, a blend of danger and allure, was magnetically perplexing. His gaze, tainted with an eerie satisfaction, lowered toward me, offering a twisted smile that sent shivers down my spine.

"Why?..." I stammered, my voice barely louder than a whisper, the question lingering between us and demanding an answer that might plunge me further into this nightmare. How could he be unscathed after unleashing that bone-chilling scream, the very sound that should have been his death knell?

His grin widened, his fingertips tracing a path across my cheek as though he were unraveling secrets I wasn't privy to. "Darling," his voice dripped with dark amusement,

The gentle press of his lips against mine sent shockwaves through my core, a cascade of emotions too complex to decipher. Dread, fascination, and a strangely enthralling connection fused into a bewildering mixture. I recoiled within, grappling with the weight of realization: I had unknowingly awakened a slumbering monster, stirring something ancient and powerful.

I thought I was the luckiest woman in the world.
My husband was handsome and seemed to love me deeply. His gentle and attentive nature made my family and me believe that he was the best husband in the world.
However, everything changed when a woman from his past appeared and uncovered the truth about their history, revealing the real reason he married me.
It turned out that I had been deceived. All his affection and care were nothing but an act. Our marriage existed solely as a way for him to take revenge for the pain caused by his younger sibling.
Could I still bring myself to hold on to this marriage, when my heart was already filled with disappointment?
This was never the marriage of my dreams.

Allison Brown is an 18-year-old girl who is forced to marry a stranger, Harry McBride. The reason is that her father's millionaire company is on the verge of bankruptcy, and the only ones who can save them are the McBrides.

The marriage will be nothing more than a contract between two companies, between two families, and uniting two opposite lives.

Do you think that after a marriage of lies, these two souls can fall in love?

Eva Miller had a very rough past. She was used and abused by her family resulting in a beautiful baby. Some time later, she became unemployed and her son is in a hard condition. She needs a very expensive operation and the only one who can save her from that tragedy is businessman Nicholas Hills, who offers her a night of pleasure in exchange for helping her.

I had heard of arranged marriages.

Of fathers making arrangements with someone else to marry off their daughters. There was a time when such a practice was quite common.

I always knew I wasn't going to get married unless that man proved to me that he was the one. I thought I found him once, I got my heart broken in the worst way.

I was alone for a while keeping cupid's arrows away from me and my heart.

One bad day I met a man who needed a wife, and I needed money.

It sounds bad, I know. But there are things that need money and I didn't have any at the time.

It was something important that I promised myself to do when I could, and worked hard to get it, but it was never enough.

I thought a cupid appeared far away. The idiot was always around, just silently.

He shot his arrows and hit me right in the heart, then laughed at me as he found me alone again.

Cupid was evil, and he liked human suffering. More so that of unrequited love.

Brianna grew up among the socialites of the Occult in New Orleans. When her adoptive father is murdered when she is only 10 she discovers just how sinister her mother can be. Now 21 she is in a race against time to get out before the Vipers find out exactly what they are losing. So that one day she can return and seek the retribution owed for the death of her father and to keep his coven's legacy from falling into her mother's darkness.

Following her fathers divine word as a seer she takes to the Bayou to discover "The Beast that is her heart," What she finds is a whole lot of testosterone and a struggling family trying to keep a foothold as their pack dies out. They too have a vendetta of their own, for an old wound that Brianna's presence dredges up in their hearts.

Can Brianna avenge herself and her father? Can she protect their hearts? Because there's more than one beast in the swamp that she is falling for. Will she choose wisely or will she even choose at all? Being tangled in a web of fated love, friendships, family and broken souls, will they find their way together? or will the Vipers devour her soul?

Evander

My life had been quite away from it all for the last 6 years. Before then the turmoil of our supernatural world did nothing but wear on my conscience for things I could not change. Until a woman, a bear trap, and fate upended it all.

Then there was only Her.

With her, I now held the power to change that world, if only I could convince her to stay.

Aurora

I was on a journey deep into the wilderness to find a brother who abandoned me to a coven, that could be my demise when I needed him most. No maps, no devices to make my way, just the tether of a destiny I didn't ask for.

With a growing power rising within me for a purpose I didn't understand and a council of witches that would be hell-bent on finding me, using me.

Fate brings me face to face with a man who is more than a man, his people, and a betrayal that cuts into my soul. As our destinies collide, do I run? Or do I risk being a part of the only people who have treated me as if I belonged?

Do I surrender to him?

Brianna has held it together on the outside. Claiming her seat on the council of witches in New Orleans and rocking the political world of the witches of North America. She is a force no witch wants to be against and weeding out the allies from the foes is no easy task. On the inside however, she is falling apart at the seems for the choices she's made and the war within her forces her to face the pain she's caused to those she loves most in this world.

Wyatt and Beau haven't taken her absence well, as they attempt to move on in life, both struggle to maintain their brotherhood as they each drown in their heartache and own vices. That is until a lone figure on a dock changes everything.

The Rouge Bayou Pack is about to change forever. They won't be keeping their heads down anymore. How will they juggle the turmoil the witches bring them and the pack they have such a long history of conflict with. Are their friends really their friends and what new enemies lie ahead. As hearts heal ,love is tested. Storms come and the aftermath bubbles over into both worlds. They are surrounded but together their hearts are stronger to weather it all together.

More monsters are born of the Bayou's ancient power.

An old enemy harbors a truth, one unfathomable. The news they have brought elicits Wyatt's rage.

As the High Priestess rises so does the Rougarou

Enemies beware.

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.

Beck
I am still here by the threads of my existence, tied to living by the penance, grief-stricken heart. It’s been almost 20 years since the light of my existence left this world in such a way that brutality and suffering can only touch the surface of her last hours. My escuing women wronged irrevocably by the likes of men like those who took my Alley from me. I was ready to meet her again on the other side. About to take my last ride, when a blonde ran into me a week ago, covered in bruises she tried to hide. The moon goddess kept finding reasons to prolong the inevitable…my overdue ending. Adelaide, however, had hit my heart harder than all the others. A seemingly human woman, obviously abused. So I helped her escape the Alpha. The entire thing was a puzzle I was still trying to piece together; my only conclusion was that Adelaide didn’t know what she was.

I returned to end him. A fucking CEO alpha wolf with too many layers of security for me to get through. That's why I’m sitting in an alley across from her best friend's apartment when I see and scent two bears roll up. She’s a hacker; I need her help. I’m already seeing red as I hear their words.

But nothing prepared me for what I was faced with now. A human woman and her cub. A combination that was as good as a death sentence in our world. If the wrong bears got their hands on them, they were worse than dead. Alley wouldn’t accept that future, so I wouldn’t either. What I didn’t expect was how deeply they would burrow into the shattered depths of my heart.

The night I asked for a divorce, my husband, who claimed to love someone else, lost control.

His slender fingers gripped my slender waist, his breath hot and ragged as he buried his face in my neck and murmured, "Can we not divorce? Who is that man in the painting?"

I tried to push him away, but his fingers slipped into my underwear, teasing me.

"Can he make you feel this good?"

--

Sloane once believed that three years together could warm Jared's cold heart.

But when his ex-girlfriend returned, she, the "legal wife," instantly became an eyesore in the way.

He thought her vicious and forced her to apologize to her scheming ex, never knowing she carried his child.

"After I sign the divorce papers, I'll disappear completely." She turned and left without looking back.

After the divorce, Jared looked at his successful and beautiful ex wife and was filled with regret.

"Let's remarry." He knelt before Sloane with a diamond ring.

But Sloane turned and embraced her childhood savior instead.

This time, can Jared win back Sloane's heart?

Dr. Elena Ward saves lives for a living. At home, she cannot even get her husband to come back for their anniversary.

When billionaire Adrian Blackwood returns to the city for a foundation gala, Elena learns about it from everyone except him. Then, in front of donors, cameras, and the woman sitting where she should have been, Elena is asked to move because the front table is "reserved for family."

Elena has been quiet for three years because the Blackwoods promised her access to the sealed file on her parents' fatal crash after the third anniversary of her arranged marriage. Now, three weeks before that file is supposed to open, Adrian's family is erasing her from the room.

So Elena stops being convenient.

She removes her ring, demands the file, and starts the divorce.

What begins as a marriage collapse becomes something far more dangerous. Missing pages, hidden medical charity funds, a child protected by sealed records, trust documents, staged public appearances, and a dead mother's warning all point to the same truth: Elena was not just neglected. She was managed.

Vivian Blackwood made cruelty sound like care. Malcolm Blackwood made control look like governance. The foundation turned need into leverage. And Adrian, who finally wants to help, must face the ugliest fact of all: loving Elena privately never protected her publicly.

Elena does not want revenge that turns her into another Blackwood.

She wants evidence.

She wants her career, her parents' names, her sister's anger, and her own choices back.

But every answer opens a more brutal question. Who benefited from her silence? Why was her mother's warning buried? And if Adrian finally chooses her in public, is that love, guilt, or another door the Blackwoods built for her?

Elena walked into the gala as the wife they forgot to seat.

She will leave the Blackwood marriage as the woman no one gets to move again.

To pay for her daughter’s leukemia treatment, Nora takes every job she can find. But the wedding she’s hired to plan belongs to the one man she never expected to see again.
Five years ago, Xie Yanchen was her first love. Now he’s a powerful CEO… and about to marry another woman. Worse, she must plan their wedding herself.
What he doesn’t know is that she secretly gave birth to his child.
What she doesn’t know is that this reunion will change both their lives forever.
As the truth slowly comes to light, he realizes the woman he once lost has spent five desperate years raising his daughter alone.

I was raised by the Smith family for twenty years. The moment their real daughter returned, I was kicked out without hesitation.

The position of design director? Given to the real daughter.
The marriage worth a fortune? Also given to her.

The whole company waited to see the “bastard” make a fool of herself.

Until a globally limited motorcycle, one of only twenty in the world, stopped at the company entrance.
A roguishly handsome man leaned over it and said, “Sis, come home with your brother.”

The entire Smith family was stunned speechless.

Only later did they learn—
I was Master A, the artist that masters around the world lined up to meet.
I was the holder of every award winning patent in Smith Group.
And I was the daughter of the legendary family as wealthy as a nation. The true heiress.

The powerful CEO pulled out the long sealed engagement contract, a faint smile on his lips.

“So it turns out… you’re my fiancée.”

Seven years ago, Cassian Aldren was erased from his family, stripped of power, and buried under a scandal useful to everyone except the truth.

Now he returns to Black Harbor in the rain, carrying one duffel and a command identity the city was never meant to hear again: Black Meridian.

Evelyn Vale is fighting a different war. Her logistics company is being choked by board betrayal, dock seizures, forged negligence claims, and attacks on medical supply routes. She needs proof, leverage, and someone dangerous enough to make armed men step back.

Cassian needs a battlefield.

Their first stand at Pier Nine exposes more than corporate sabotage. Behind Dockside pressure sits Red Ledger, a network that buys obedience through records, custody claims, and old family sins. Behind Red Ledger waits Crown Glass, an archive built to turn names into control. Beneath Black Harbor, hidden routes still move witnesses, children, soldiers, and inconvenient heirs like freight.

Every victory costs Cassian blood. Every record Evelyn opens puts another target on her back. Their enemies have money, courts, private armies, and a history old enough to call cruelty tradition.

But Black Meridian was not built to bow to old power.

As workers, old soldiers, witnesses, and discarded heirs begin choosing sides, Cassian and Evelyn push the city toward one final rule:

No one is cargo.

On our anniversary, I overheard my fiancé Eric Foster confess he couldn't let go of his first love. That's when I woke up. I stopped pretending—revealed my identity as Wilson Corporation heiress and entered a contract marriage with CEO William Lowe. He showed me a respect I'd never known. I thought it was just a transaction. But the closer I get, the more I realize: behind his cold, restrained exterior lies a madness that's been waiting for me all along.

Three years of marriage. Harper gave up her career, cut off her friends, and made herself invisible for Evan.
Then on her birthday, the blow came. Claire showed up pregnant: "Mrs. Morgan's spot will be mine eventually. What's the point of you holding onto it?"
Harper finally woke up. She filed for divorce without looking back.
The day she signed the papers, she smiled calmly at the reporters waiting outside: "The reason for the divorce? Mr. Morgan was simply never able to satisfy me. In that department."
The untouchable CEO became a punchline overnight.
Evan assumed she was getting back at him. He had no idea Harper was no longer the caged bird he remembered.
Her design talent shook the industry. His own business rivals fell for her.
By the time he realized the partner he had been desperately chasing was his ex-wife, it was already too late.
"Harper, can we start over?"
"Mr. Morgan, if something's wrong with you, go see a doctor. Do you need me to pay for the appointment?"

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.

I ended everything in an explosion on a remote Pacific island.
Then I woke up.
Sixteen years old. Overweight. Face covered in acne. Curled up in a freezing sports equipment room.
In three seconds, inside this body that had been despised for sixteen years, I figured it out.
I had been reborn in someone else’s body.
The original owner was an easy target. Her stepmother slowly poisoned her and ruined her health. Her younger sister betrayed and framed her. Classmates locked her in the dark and drenched her with cold water. Even the teachers stepped on her.
Unfortunately for them, the one living in this body now is the former leader of an assassin organization.
A woman who crawled back from hell.
I first settled last night’s score for the girl. Then I purged the toxins from her skin, scored full marks in physics, summoned a top lawyer to rush over and defend me to the second, and had the mayor personally show up to back me.
In this life, everyone who owes me will repay it, one debt at a time.

"Serena, let’s get a divorce."
I’d known his first love had returned.
I tucked my positive pregnancy test away and vanished without a word.
I never could’ve imagined this:
Nicholas lost his mind searching for me. He never gave up, not even for a second.
Years later, he spotted me holding a little kid’s hand. His eyes burned red, voice cracking as he whispered,
"Who’s the father of this child?"

For five years of marriage, Sibel devoted herself completely to her husband and son, even giving up her own career for their family.
Then she was rushed to the hospital with acute cholecystitis, writhing in pain. Her husband arrived with their son, only to walk right past her and rush to the woman he cherished most, his adopted sister.
"She’s terminally ill. You should take care of her," her husband said.
Her son added, "You’re only Mom because you cook and do housework."
In that moment, Sibel realized that her five years of sacrifice had been nothing but a joke.
She filed for divorce, walked away with nothing, and returned to the world of medical research. But just as she was ready to start over, she was framed, thrown into detention, and nearly left to die in a pool of blood.
Everyone thought Sibel was nothing without a man.
But when she returned as a world class medical expert, when the truth was finally exposed, and when the man who once treated her like she was worthless knelt before her with red eyes full of regret...
She looked down at him and said,
"You once said I wasn't good enough for you. Now you're not good enough for me."

After three years of marriage, Marina finally got the baby she had always dreamed of. But on the very day she received her pregnancy report, she caught her husband, Kean, cheating with his secretary.

He played the role of the perfect husband at home while secretly accompanying his mistress to prenatal appointments and even getting her pregnant.

Everyone expected Marina to forgive him like she always had. This time, she quietly hid her pregnancy, gathered evidence of his affair, hired a lawyer, and prepared to leave with her unborn child.

Just when Kean believed she would never walk away, the woman who had loved him unconditionally turned her back on him. Meanwhile, the man she once rejected reappeared in her darkest moment, offering her the love, protection, and devotion she had never received.

Later, Kean knelt in the pouring rain, begging for another chance.

But Marina simply rested a hand on her baby bump and smiled.

"Sorry. Your love came too late."

Michael Greystone found Jessica in a pile of dirty, half-dead bodies beaten, barely alive, and not who he was looking for.

He’d hoped she was his missing cousin but she wasn’t. She was just another captive he pulled out of a cartel warehouse. He was supposed to let her go but didn’t.

One excuse led to another and he is determined keep her under his possession cause in search for a ghost he found gold and letting go was never in his plan

Jessica had one rule after everything she’d been through: never end up in another cage. But Michael wasn’t letting her walk out the door.

What happens when the girl he’s holding onto isn’t who he thinks she is?

For three years of marriage, I played the perfect, obedient wife.
I married him only because my family once saved his from bankruptcy, and because I had loved him since college.
I thought time would soften his heart.
Then his ex returned, and everything fell apart.
He threw a welcome party for her himself, called me to the office under the pretense of work, then turned around and dismissed me as an eyesore. The whispers in the company cut into me like needles.
That same day, the hospital called. I was eight weeks pregnant with his child. Before the joy could settle, the word divorce fell lightly from his lips.
I asked for three months, just enough time to leave with what little dignity I had left. He agreed without emotion.
Yet after I moved out, he secretly placed me in a luxury apartment and stationed people to watch me day and night.
When I finally hid my pregnancy and resolved to raise the child alone, ready to confront his scheming ex, he cornered me against the wall, eyes red, voice shaking.
“Who gave you permission to walk away with my child?”

"Is this your way of seducing me?" Clifton looked at the woman before him, wearing only a thin nightgown, her perfect curves exposed to his eyes.
"I admit, I'm attracted to you." Clifton suddenly lowered his head, his thin lips biting down on my collarbone, his fingers trailing down from my full chest, slipping between my thighs.
I was pinned down on the bed by Miranda, feeling the pleasure he brought to my body.
"Be good and let me in." Clifton thrust into me forcefully.
After suffering betrayal from her ex-husband and cousin, Miranda married the disfigured and disabled Clifton as his contract wife to cover her company's losses.
But an accident led Miranda to discover that Clifton was neither disfigured nor disabled—he was actually the underground king who controlled the entire city.
Miranda became afraid and prepared to leave this terrifying man, but Clifton kept dragging her back: "The contract is void. I want not only your body, but also your heart."
This time, will she truly fall in love with this dangerous man?

I was dying — and he was loving someone else.
I left.
Now he wants me back… but will I let him?

At her own birthday banquet, another woman was the star of the night.
She stood at the door and watched her husband crown his "friend" with a diamond-studded tiara — the very gift she thought was meant for her.
On the stage, he smiled tenderly. Their daughter laughed and danced. She alone was the uninvited stranger.
For six years, she gave up a brilliant research career to become his housewife — and received not a single word of gratitude.
When her heart finally went cold, she walked away, leaving nothing behind but a divorce agreement.
Then she returned to the lab — and stunned the world as a leading scientist. No more shrinking herself for anyone. She became herself again.
And the man who once treated her like air cornered her with red-rimmed eyes:
"Darling, I was wrong. Please come home."

The night my identity was exposed, the man pulled me into his arms. His other hand slid to the small of my back, tracing down my spine inch by inch, sending an uncontrollable shiver through me.
“My fiancée, you deceived me so thoroughly,” he said, before capturing my lips, his agile tongue teasing its way into my mouth.
His hand slipped into my panties, fingers working with a hint of punishment as he slowly rubbed my clit. He chuckled softly. “Already this wet? We haven’t even begun our real intimacy yet.”

Audrey was raised by the Carter family for twenty years. The moment their biological daughter returned, she was immediately thrown out.
The Design Director position? Given to the biological daughter.
The priceless marriage contract? Given to the biological daughter.
The entire company was waiting to see this "illegitimate child" become a laughingstock.
Until a motorcycle—one of only twenty in the world—pulled up in front of the company, and a roguishly handsome man said: "Sis, come home with your brother."
Everyone in the Carter family was left speechless with shock.
Later, they discovered—
She was "Master A," the artist that fine arts masters from home and abroad lined up to meet;
She was the holder of every award-winning patent at Carter Group;
And she was the woman of the legendary Collins family, wealthy beyond measure—the true heiress.
The billionaire CEO pulled out that long-buried marriage contract, his thin lips curving upward: "So it turns out... you're my real fiancée."

Eight years of marriage — she thought she'd married love itself.
Until the day she watched her husband's Bentley rocking on the roadside, and knew exactly why.
She played it cool. Maneuvered him into signing the divorce papers without a clue, then waited for her billion-dollar exit.
But before she could walk free, someone poisoned her drink and staged a crash that nearly killed her.
The man who saved her wasn't the husband who swore he loved her — it was Erwin, cold, dangerous, and ruler of a business empire.
The untouchable, legendary Erwin — shielding her, risking himself, again and again.
When Levi finally woke up to what he'd lost, he came back red-eyed and desperate: " I was wrong. Can we start over? I can't live without you."
Erwin simply tilted his head and kissed her — eyes cutting straight to Levi's ashen face:
"I don't think you understand. The moment you let her go, she became my wife."

On the night Liora Venn was supposed to become Luna, she arrived at Moonridge Hall bleeding, muddy, and barely alive.

Then she saw another woman standing beside her mate.

Wearing her face.

Her gown. Her voice. Her pearl combs. Even the scar Kael used to kiss.

Alpha Kael Thorne called the real Liora an impostor and chose the perfect bride on the dais. Her own pack forced her to her knees while the false Luna smiled with Liora's mouth.

Only one man saw the truth.

Dacre Vale, the enemy Alpha of Ironwood.

He did not call her innocent. He called her evidence. He smelled the bond still rooted in her blood and offered her a brutal choice: stay and be erased, or walk out with the enemy.

Because if the replacement Luna completes the rite, she will not just steal Liora's mate.

She will become Liora forever.

I am Harper, the wife who loved too deeply in a marriage built on a lie. For three years, I endured my husband Brandon Martinez’s cold indifference, knowing I was merely a pawn in his gamble against his first love. But when she returned, shattering my last illusions with her presence and his undeniable devotion to her, I finally woke up.
After a car accident left me injured and alone, while he comforted her, I realized my love was nothing but a one-sided tragedy. I chose to leave, signing a divorce agreement and walking away with nothing but my dignity. Now, as he desperately tries to win me back with belated tenderness and possessive demands, I stand firm. My heart, once broken by his neglect, has hardened. I am no longer the submissive wife waiting in the shadows; I am reclaiming my life, my career, and my future.

She once believed she was the happiest woman in the world.
Her husband was gentle and wealthy, attentive to her every need, always treating her like she was precious and irreplaceable.
Then she came home early, wanting to surprise him.
The bedroom door was slightly ajar. From inside came a woman's soft, breathless voice:
"I'm carrying your child. When are you going to divorce her?"
In that moment, her entire world collapsed.
What made it even more cruel was that on that very same day, she found out she was pregnant too.
The child she had waited five years for finally came — on the exact day she decided to leave.
She slipped off her wedding ring without a word. No confrontation. No tears. No begging for an explanation.
She walked away from the lie she had called a marriage and chose to rebuild her life on her own terms. She was done being a kept woman, caged and pampered and disposable.
She would take back everything she had once given up, with her own two hands.
It was only later that her husband finally understood what he had done. He had lost her.
He began showing up wherever she was, humbling himself, careful and desperate, asking her to come back.
But this time, she was already gone.
And she wasn't coming back.