7 Book(s) Related to anais garnier

On her wedding anniversary, Annabelle Whitmore meticulously planned a surprise. However, she drank a drugged drink given to her by her stepsister. When she awoke, she was in a strange man's bed. Photos of her surfaced online instantly, and her reputation was utterly destroyed.

Her husband, Abel Donovan, a ruthless and powerful figure, gave her no chance to defend herself, readily believing his stepsister's lies.

Anna was pregnant with his child and was cruelly driven away.

Five years later, Annabelle was no longer the infamous, abandoned woman she once was. She returned as the CEO of the global fashion empire BelleNova.

Abel never imagined she would return, especially with his child.

“What are you doing here?”
Ryan’s voice cut through the air, his gaze locked on the one girl who had once been his greatest weakness, now his greatest enemy.
For her, the last man she ever wanted to see was now her employer.


Tessy, an orphan struggling to survive, once thought she found love during a summer with Ryan Smith. But one misunderstanding shattered everything. Branded a liar, called a leech, Tessy walked away, hating him as much as he hated her.

Years later, fate plays its cruel hand. Tessy secures a high-paying maid job at the Smith mansion, only to discover the master of the house is Ryan himself. With no way to back out, she is forced to live and work under the same roof as the man who broke her heart.

Now, in a world of betrayal, secrets, and revenge, love and hate collide once more.

Princess Aria Silvermoon refuses to be a political pawn. When her father tries to force her into marriage with the mysterious Alpha King's heir, she makes a desperate choice, cut her hair, disguise herself as a male, and infiltrate the all-male Werewolf Academy to prove females can lead without needing a mate.

But her plan goes sideways the moment she meets her devastatingly handsome roommate.

Professor Darius Nightfall is everything she never expected, half-fae, half-wolf, with telekinetic powers and eyes that seem to see straight through her disguise. As her combat instructor, he's supposed to be off-limits. As her roommate, he's dangerously close. And the inexplicable way his presence calms her restless wolf should be impossible since she hasn't even shifted yet.

What Aria doesn't know is that Darius is the very Alpha King's heir she's running from. What Darius doesn't realize is that the "male student" who makes his dual nature finally feel balanced is actually his arranged bride.

When war threatens the werewolf world and Aria's true identity as the prophesied white wolf is revealed, she must choose between the freedom she's fought for and the destiny that could save her people. But Darius's stepbrothers will do anything to claim the throne, even if it means destroying the mate bond that neither Aria nor Darius fully understands.

In a world where females are forbidden to lead and arranged marriages seal political alliances, can two souls find love while fighting against fate itself? Or will their deception destroy any chance of the future they're both secretly craving?

Betrothed before she was even born, Mel finds herself bound to the Chief of the bear tribe. Winning his affection is the least of her worries when she learns the real reason for the arranged marriage.

A reason that might make her stay in Orion not so welcoming, especially when she is to wed a beast.

The darkness in his eyes, the dangerous smell of alcohol in his breath, and his deathly grip keeping me bound to him made my heart pound in my chest and my body quiver beneath him. Shamefully, it wasn’t anything that I wasn’t used to, because…the things I let him do to me?

When he was frustrated, annoyed, and angry at the world, I was here to be his pound of flesh. In return, he masked the void of my loneliness because for months, that was the transaction of our relationship. He’d pin me to the wall, bend me over the counter, pull my hair, slap me, choke me, and I enjoyed every second of it because in that moment, it finally felt good to be powerless.

Irony is a funny thing. I enjoyed being in pain because it made me forget how much I was hurting.


“I warned you, doll.” His voice strikes a string of chills down the base of my spine, a reminder that all of the time in the world could pass, and he’s still not letting go.

This is where the good girl in me dies.

“You’re mine now,” he whispers.


My name is Mercy—Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree.

His name is Marcel—Marcello Saldívar. However, at the time, I didn’t know that he, the heir to the Saldívar Mafia empire, was the man that I had blindly offered myself to.

As smart as I am, I was stupid all the times when it actually mattered. After all, he did warn me that he was dangerous. I just didn’t think he could be much worse than my thug of a brother.

I was vulnerable—naive.

My name is Mercy, and I am the Mafia’s Mercy.

My hips work shamelessly, riding his hand as he sucks bruises into my neck. This dirty secret, this indecent proposition so at odds with my buttoned-up life. The light, near-cruel flicks, rip a scream from my throat as I shatter, my eyes rolling to the back of my head, my body locking down in a bone-deep spasm.

I just had sex…with a stranger…in a dirty back alley…


"Be a good girl. Good girls get rewarded."

Bullshit.

Being a good girl doesn't get you jack shit, but a cheating husband and piles of credit card debt in your name—credit cards that he used to pamper his side piece, the mock with I really want to erase from my mind from that bitch: Maybe if you could give him a baby, he wouldn't need to go looking somewhere else."

After years of negative tests, how cruel is it that one reckless encounter with a stranger could succeed where my marriage failed? A strangled laugh escapes my lips, edging on hysteria.


The sexy man with dark eyes leans forward, elbows on his knees. "Who I am doesn't matter," he says, the words echoing in the marrow of my bones. "What matters is that you, Penelope, are carrying my descendant."

"Your…your descendant..?"

I wish someone had taught me you can’t make your happiness all about loving one person, because what happens when you lose them? What happens to what’s left of you after they’ve taken half of you?

My name is Elysian Reign, and unlike my last name, I’m not extraordinary. My mother died when I was born, and my father drank himself to death. I graduated with a Mathematics degree of which I hardly use as a junior Network Security Engineer. I live in a one-bedroom apartment around the corner of my favorite gym, and I have a Saint Bernard named Bubbles—unextraordinarily so.

His name is Cade Sinclair, and unlike me, he is extraordinary. His mother was one of my professors before she passed, and his father is the owner of Sinclair Enterprises. Yes, as in Sinclair Enterprises: the largest firearm manufacturer for the Armed Forces.

I should’ve known better. But you never imagine that the love of your life’s own father would go through lengths to make sure his son doesn’t end up with someone like you—even if it means forcing him into an experimental military hypnosis treatment.

After three years of putting myself back together, you’d think I’d have learned my lesson. You’d think that I would’ve double checked before accepting a job for a company his father happens to own. You’d think that I would’ve changed my identity and left the country after walking in on my first day to find that Cade is the lead Network Engineer on my team—aka, my boss.

Now, how am I supposed to work with him when he’s made it his mission to make my life a living hell? How am I supposed to make him—at the very least—tolerate me when he’s been hypnotized to hate me?